“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.
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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, #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, #75
“Oh, yes,” said Laveth bitterly and closed the shutter with a bang. “There’s no use railing against what I can’t change.”
Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
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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, #69
“The babe is beautiful for now,” snapped Nan Maura. “How will he look with his throat slit?”
This Textured Darkness, #68
Mirella was late, very late. The Queen tried to control her fear by primping before her mirror, but only a mess of things, scattering both pots and jewels.
