The Ivory Road: A Walk In The Sand - Plot & Excerpts
Iliana strapped on her throwing knives. She might not be an expert, but she could do some damage if anyone came at her. Brandon stood to the side, watching her critically. She settled the knife belt low on her hips, straightened her robes over her chest, and rearranged the sash on her waist to her left side. She left the veil off of her face and Brandon raised his eyebrows. “Can’t drink through a veil, can I?” “Most men have scruff or a beard here.” “Not of they’re too young to grow one or come from a people who don’t have facial hair.” He frowned. “There are no such people.” She snorted. “Don’t know everything, do you? Have a little faith, Brandon.” He grunted as he strapped on his sword belt and they walked out of the hostelry into the street. She added a little swagger to her step, bouncing at the knees to disguise the sway of her hips.
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