The Soprano Sorceress: The First Book Of The Spellsong Cycle - Plot & Excerpts
Although the sun had just set, the air remained still, hot—and dusty. The ride from Mencha had given Anna a new appreciation of the term “eat dust.” Even near the head of the column the dust was everywhere. She felt like she had been eating, breathing, and even drinking dust. “The fort isn’t that far.” Brill’s voice was uneven and raspy. “How far?” Anna hoped she didn’t have to sing or cast spells. The way her own voice sounded, who knew what the results might be, not that she had that many spells to cast. “Another five deks, less than a league. It’s right at the base of the hills that guard the access to the pass. You can see the low spot up ahead there.” Anna nodded, looking to the gentle rolling plains to the north of the road, half covered with browned grass, a few tumbleweeds, and sharp-leaved clumpy plants that reminded her of cactus. There was no sagebrush, although the scene could have come from western Kansas, if not for the mountains ahead. “No … we’re not in Kansas, Toto,”
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