The Black Shriving (Chronicles Of The Black Gate Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
It was shadowed by overarching wooden extensions built out from the second floor and a medley of brightly colored awnings. Everything was different and alien, from the smells of spices and honeyed meat that rode the breeze to the flowing robes that the people were wearing, the strange peaked shape of the windows that were filled not with glass but wooden lattices. People were arguing at shops whose wares were displayed in large windows beneath the awnings, and a quick glance showed it all to be metalwork of some kind, ranging from pots and lamps to ornate statuary and blades. Voices called out in amusement, others were raised in anger, and somewhere a flute trilled a high-pitched song. Sunlight illuminated a slender strip down the center of the street, and the clothing of those who passed through it would blaze a brilliant crimson or buttery yellow, catch fire or smolder before they passed back into the shadows. A man was watching him with wide eyes – a beggar, his legs missing below the knees, sitting across from the alley mouth on a dirty mat with a beaten pot of copper in front of him.
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