Edmund looked up at the narrow slice of sky visible at the top of the ravine and sighed. What had been supposed to be a simple errand—delivering Ermine’s letter to her sweetheart garrisoned at Mont Alm—looked like it was going to turn tragic. One unwary step where the cliff-path rounded a curve—it had startled Edmund with the most breathtaking view of mountain peaks and clouds and sky—and down Edmund had slid, down to he knew not where, nor whether there…
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Danger dripped from the dagger as Dusty lifted it gingerly to eye level, surveying it and the scene and the damage so far. The daffodils all along the hillside were in disarray, a large path trampled through from the top of the hill, leading down to the woods below. And, as a droplet formed, dangled for a moment, glinting a dull silver, before falling, Dusty thought she knew why. Damned dragon’s tears. The whole hunting party was surely drunk on…
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Catching the glint of metal on the roadway, Caleb lifted the red flag ready in his left hand, and felt as much as heard the convoy grind to a long halt behind him. As soon as the first truck was stopped, the boys jumped down with their hand rakes and buckets, swarming out over the wide stretch of rutted, earth-and-gravel road and scouring every inch for anything the least bit dark or shiny. From the far side of the road,…
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Sibba crept through the viney rubble of the Ushik-bin ghost city, the blowgun ready in one hand, and her sharp knife in the other, the pouch of darts at her waist carefully half-cinched. She was sure the usha-boar had come through this way, limping and slowing from the poison of her earlier dart, but the vines in these ancient, abandoned cities shifted themselves sometimes and made tracking difficult. Sibba paused, holding still to listen. The liquid calls of a pair…
Aaron cranked the handles of the arbalest with arms turned leaden by hours standing the garrison wall, the draw racheting back just that much slower every time. But at last the next bolt was in place and he raised his weapon again, loosed it down amongst the besiegers. Beside the line of men, lady Alana paced, pale eyes flashing fury and goad, pale hair haloed in the evening sunlight and crowned with the white and purple anemones that were the…
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