Oren was lying in a dungeon cell. The straw beneath him, what there was of it, smelled of urine and fear.
Category: This Textured Darkness
This Textured Darkness, #80
Red Robes had stomped his left hand. They hadn’t touched his right, the hand with the mark, which they avoided out of fear.
This Textured Darkness, #79
“Elymas has been killing the children for 300 years. I’ve seen them in dreams from which I couldn’t awaken. Sweet faces of angels frozen in death.”
This Textured Darkness, #78
“Ranald steps closer to death every day. The tips of his fingers are black now. Elymas is poisoning him, but I don’t know how,” said Laveth.
This Textured Darkness, #77
“Ranald needs his tonic,” replied Laveth. “He’s gone without for three days and his bones are needled with pain.”
This Textured Darkness, #75
“Oh, yes,” said Laveth bitterly and closed the shutter with a bang. “There’s no use railing against what I can’t change.”
This Textured Darkness, #74
“Since coming to Castle Ursaulis,” Nan Maura told her. “I’ve seen the death of every Earth Child for the past three hundred years in my dreams. It will make no difference if your son is the King’s get.”
This Textured Darkness, #73
“How can I take another’s child as my own?” ask the Queen.
“How can you not? This child, this Earth Child, must live.”
This Textured Darkness, #72
The Queen sensed no meddlesome spirits about the girl — just strength and an intelligence yet untapped. Perhaps she was only fey.
This Textured Darkness, #71
The message was both brief and startling.” She is a witch,” sprawled a bold, masculine hand, “Burn her.”
