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A Chapter by Beth
Deep in Yrganu, the circle of spell-casters stumbled backwards. The demon they had been channeling lay still in the center of the circle.
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A Chapter by Beth
Lyla sank down on a log, rubbing her sore feet as Brigit stacked wood to build a campfire, grumbling something about ‘long skirts’ and n..
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A Chapter by Beth
The messenger quaked before Lord Martez, anticipating a horrible demise at the hands of the demon lord. But when Martez spoke, his voice sounded amu..
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A Chapter by Beth
It was nearing evening on the second day when Valon and Rachelle entered Icboth. The queen stopped, catching her breath. The last day and night had ..
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A Chapter by Beth
“There it is!” Brigit called from her perch in the top of a royal aspen tree. Lyla stood on her tiptoes, but couldn’t see anything..
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A Chapter by Beth
High in the great tower of Chantruth, Mychel woke suddenly. His dream was clear as day. Pushing aside the red velvet cover, he climbed out of his b..
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A Chapter by Beth
Rachelle sat in misery. The room was filled with people, but not one was attending to her. The floor was filled with bloody men and bandages, so she..
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A Chapter by Beth
“Let me in! Let me see the queen!”
The speaker was a ragged man, worn from having galloped many miles from the north. His horse had g..
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A Chapter by Beth
Lyla jerked back behind the wall as Queen Rachelle emerged from the cottage before them. Brigit was behind her, and they watched as the queen began ..
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A Chapter by Beth
Mother Haether’s cottage was charming, Lyla thought. Dried herbs hung from string above her single window, and her dishes were all wooden, as ..
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