Chapter XII — The Grasp of Redemption
The gap in the stone was only a crack, yet it had just made Serenya’s world vast. She had seen…
Chronicles of Ardanor
The gap in the stone was only a crack, yet it had just made Serenya’s world vast. She had seen…
Inside the cart, the world had been reduced to two things: darkness and scent. Serenya smelled Aldren’s herbs in the…
The Stillroom smelled of herbs when fear was not hanging in the air. When fear was present, it smelled of…
Beneath Marvalis, there was no rain. There was only the quiet dripping of water into channels, so steady that after…
The way across the rooftops was not a road people willingly took. Rain turned tiles to glass, wind made every…
Falcon Alley was narrow enough for two people to pass without looking at one another. The houses stood close together,…
The journey back to the house beneath Marvalis was quieter than the journey out. Not because the city had grown…
When Serenya awoke, it was not morning that called to her, but the absence of day. The house beneath Marvalis…
The tunnel did not run straight. It twisted as though afraid of being discovered. At times it was so low…