Storm Holt (The Prophecies Of Zanufey Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
It was already filled and being filled further with colourful marquees, stalls and canopies selling all types of wares from food and spices, to gifts and exotic pets, wine, cider and beer, and a vast array of cloth and styles of clothing. Issa immediately went to the first stall, dropping Duskar’s harness and reaching covetously for a swathe of deep indigo silk. ‘It’s from Atalanph, Missy, the finest silk around. Make you look pretty,’ a bent over half toothless woman crooned from inside the stall. ‘It sure is beautiful,’ Issa said stroking it. ‘Usually three gold a yard but you can have a yard for two,’ the old woman said. Issa gulped. She doubted she even had that in her pouch. Asaph came over and took hold of her arm. ‘When we’re rich you can have all the Atalanph silk in the land. But not now,’ he said quietly but firmly, and began to steer her away from the stall. ‘We need to eat first, shop later.’ Issa nodded in morose silence, ‘ “When we’re rich,”
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