The Iron Sword (The Fae War Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
“Wisp,” I said, “do you or any of your friends need anything else right now? I brought some bread from the kitchens, and I think there’s a piece of cheese in there too, if you’d like. Or I can try to go and…find something else…” I shrugged, suddenly feeling deflated. Now there was really nothing to do but wait for Forin and Farin to return. My stomach clenched at the thought. “We are very capable of taking care of ourselves, even here in the Dark Lady’s castle,” Wisp said, an uncharacteristic gentleness taking the sting out of his words. “All right,” I replied wearily, sitting in my desk chair. I sighed. “What’s the matter, Tess?” Wisp asked, landing gently on the makeshift map. I smiled a little. “I’m trying not to complain.” “Sometimes you need to complain,” Wisp said. “Otherwise it rattles about in your chest until you want to hit something.
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