Chapter 18: A Woman Named Abalyn

            Mourning came and Hexla woke up becoming aware of the situation. She was furious. Luke and Abalyn were about all that kept Hexla from tearing me out of the back of the carriage. Finishing a bit of speaking, I stopped to take a breath. I could rest now. Martin would be stable for a … More Chapter 18: A Woman Named Abalyn

Chapter 8: Summer

            That summer Gemaeve and I served our apprenticeship under Speaker La’Turge. Our assignments wore more rigorous than technical. We would spend long hours in the depths of the library hunting rare words of the Quatane. Words almost no one knew, and for good reason. Most of them, you could do without ever knowing and … More Chapter 8: Summer