—Murphy’s law #1024 . . . and sometimes the real trick is telling the difference.
—Murphy’s law #1024a Wiz whirled and saw an elf standing in the gloaming at the edge of the overhang.
He was tall and straight as a forest pine. His skin was the color of fresh milk. His white long hair was caught back in a circlet of silver set with pale blue opals. Although the forest was dripping and the rain still fell in a light mist, he was completely dry.
“Duke Aelric?”
The elf duke nodded. “The same.” Then he smiled and stepped aside to reveal another elf standing behind him.
“And this is Lisella.”
She was nearly as tall as Aelric and her skin as milk-fair. But her hair was black and glossy as a raven’s wing where Aelric’s was snow white and her eyes were green as emeralds rather than icy blue. Her gown was old rose with a subtle embroidery of deeper red.
