The Distant Year - CHAPTER 3
They found her some hours later, still sobbing, hidden deep in the corners of the rookery. Something in her flight had driven her to the only thing more alien than herself in this place -- White Glint, in her infinite grace, had deigned to allow this....
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 20
They left Blackreach in a clash of hooves and faint cheers. Goodman Durin had pressed upon them a fittingly-convenient meal of meatpies and small beer as they had settled themselves for the journey. Gram had left his armor off, yet had pulled a pair of...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 21
The days rushed by in a whirl of actively, and in it there was an exhausting sort of buzz she’d forgotten. In some ways, the hive of bodies milling about preparing for of all things, _her_ wedding brought back to mind her times in the Counthouse or the...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 16
“_Who are you to speak that name?"_ The words were spoken like the lash of a whip, all of the warmth drained from his voice as he rounded on her, lips curling back in outrage, fingers clenching into very-real talons of anger. He advanced on her in...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 15
Dust and rot choked the air, her lungs didn’t immediately remember how to work, and her head swam, she was drowning in thin air for a long moment before suddenly she snapped to clarity with a dull press of cold stone against flesh. Her flesh. “Mn…...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 18
The light went out in his world. Not as it had before, not a trick of the fae. Not a manipulation of magic beyond his ken. The _light_ went out of his world. Colors dimmed. Warmth left. The cold, bitter chill crept back in. Gram had never been...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 17
Fear had ruled much of Lidia’s life. Fear of strangers, of the dark, of starvation, of dangerous men. Fear had taught her many lessons beneath its iron grasp, it had bent and shaped her, sent her scurrying in the night beneath its brutality. Fear and...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 19
Gram had not heard the cries as he had dueled Mordred. Cries of fear, of joy, of excitement and of woe. He had not seen three figures huddled around a windowsill, tears in more than one eye. In that bright flash, a thousand moments passed in...
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 22
The couple spilled into the tower room in a rush of giggles and soft touches. The evening had wound down another quarter hour past the toasts as everyone had begun to pair off and find their quarters — Simone pointedly drawing Richart away almost...