He said, “If you do not rid yourself of this child, bring it to me after it is born, and I will give you a new name. But remember, I will take only what you give.”
Category: This Textured Darkness
This Textured Darkness, #94
The game of rulla was so ancient that no one could claim its invention. Even the poorest had a set of rulla dice, carried in a pouch.
This Textured Darkness, #83
Oren began to use his fists. He’d heard the crack of neck against stone, and watched as a Red Robe tumbled down the stone steps.
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, #76
“The twisted stairs. Spiders are there. I haven’t swept them for two weeks.”
” Twisted stairs?” asked the Queen. “What are you talking about?”
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.”
This Textured Darkness, #67
Laveth despised Open Court. The peasants always returned with the same stories; the young lords always argued.
This Textured Darkness, #66
Those who attended her fledging functions were warmly welcomed; those who chose not to come were never invited again.
