“I was marked by Jah when I placed my hand on the rock,” said Oren.
“The scar seems like a living thing,” remarked Fulcruchen.
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This Textured Darkness, #41
“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.
This Textured Darkness, #40
“There was an unusual burst of light from Marsh Wool.”
“The fairies were playing with fire!” screamed Elymas.
This Textured Darkness, #39
The boy’s name was Jessum and it gave him deep joy to see Elymas unsettled.
This Textured Darkness, #37
‘Hand the parchment over,” said Ranald. “I’ve struggled with thoughts of my own death long enough.”
This Textured Darkness, #36
The King reached for the blue feather like a dying man reaches for hope.
This Textured Darkness, 35
The eyes of the King see you, the ears of the King hear you, the words of the King, bless you.
This Textured Darkness, #34
Oren Hunter. Mothers used his name to frighten wayward children.
This Textured Darkness, #33
A giant of a man stood in the doorway, hair white as snow, loosed from a leather band.
This Textured Darkness, #32
He’d felt well enough to plough his wife’s belly with a son.
