general fiction – Page 11

This Textured Darkness, #22

“You will be fine as long as you remember to stay out of the taverns and pleasure houses.”

He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.

“Agnes, Woody Garrett is a married man.”
Agnes sat straight up. “But he said he loved me!”

The Seer had caught him coming from Nadia’s tent before he’d relieved himself.

The scepter was held by a dying man.

He caught Laveth stealing wood from the royal forest, but rather than hanging her, Ranald took her to bed.

“Why do you think I brought you here?” he shouted.
“To propose?” Agnes stepped out from behind the bush, fully clothed but mostly unbuttoned.

“I’ll send a feather dyed blue, its color changed from beyond. When you receive it, know that King Rand has been granted a path in the Deep.”

Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.

“I remember my father as a plunging warhorse. Fearless, but not always wise.”