Liam, Part 10

“Aria,” Liam said, poking his head through the doors to her chambers. “Can we talk?” She looked over her shoulder—bare in her dress for dinner that evening. A knot at the back of her neck held the whole flimsy thing up; her robes as a glorified prostitute had been less revealing. Emery closed the doors … Continue reading Liam, Part 10

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Liam, Part 9

“Good,” the swordmaster said as Aria parried his latest blow. “Now become faster.” She laughed, dancing out of the way of his next strike. “Sound advice.” “You must listen. It's smarter to slip away than to fight until you make mistakes.” “I can certainly try to wear my opponents down.” “Speed over brute force. That … Continue reading Liam, Part 9

Weston, Part 9

The sun broke on an abandoned village overrun by moss and weeds. Four buildings had once formed a little square; the main thoroughfare ultimately led to a crevasse that served as a mine entrance. In happier times, makeshift housing would have supplemented the permanent structures, but Alistair had closed the moonsilver mines many years before. … Continue reading Weston, Part 9