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Colorful Child
He sighed as he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and then raked his fingers through his hands. For several long minutes, he stared at his son from behind his study desk. The boy, dressed in bright colors, flowing fabrics, and a delicate sword dangling from his left hip. He shifted from…
Of the Plains
The grass rippled around her, masking her movements and hiding her dainty figure from sight. She hurried along, crouched and barefoot. Her gaze never left the pair of figures with their backs to her. A faint smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she stopped and closed her eyes to listen. After several…
Touch of Greatness
The boy leaned over his steed’s neck. He tightened his leg muscles as he tangled his fingers in her mane. With his free hand, he drew the sword from his left hip. It swept in a glittering arc, neatly severing the straw target in half. He gave a sharp whistle and the mare whirled in…
Ice Princess
She lowered her gaze as her father and brother strode by. Reflexively she took half a step back and folded her hands behind her back. Once the pair were farther down the corridor, she turned and continued in the diretion they had come. She raised her hand and knocked on her mother’s sewing room door.…
Prince of Horses
He reigned in his mount, stood in the saddle, and studied the trail ahead. Something didn’t look right. Before he could speak or identify the problem, a mounted figure raced past him. With a squeal of delight, the young priness urged her mount faster. “Eirny,” he shouted after her. Too late. Part of the hill…
Picture Perfect
She stood there, at her mother’s bedside, stone-faced. Dainty hands clenched in tight fists as she watched the cleric of Lucian, god of justice, draw a white sheet up over the queen’s ashen features. As a strong, reassuring hand fell on her shoulder, she spun on her heels and sprinted from the room. “Isadora,” King…
Small in Size
Which way did the little rat go?” demanded the biggest of the street boys. The shop owner motioned down the street toward the river. “Get out of here, Misha. You’ve tormented that poor halfling and his sister enough.” He shoved his fists on his hips, stuck out his chest, and lifted his chin. “Who do…
Wild Child
Absolutely no,” the elf king bellowed. “I refuse to allow my daughter, any of my daughters to hold a weapon.” He slammed his fist on the table to emphasize his point. All heads turned toward the head of the table where King Sylvanus Zephyr, Queen Aelrindel, the three princess, and two prines. The look on…
Sold
Hushed voices slipped around the door. The boys shared a look as they strained to hear what was said. They scrambled away as the baby wailed in the main room. Candlelight spilled into the corridor, chasing them down to their room. They dove beneath the blankets and pretended to sleep. “Good night Meithose, Sevelin,” whispered…
A Princess Saved
It’s about time everyone heard the actual story about the time Blythe Evenstar saved Princess Isadora Whitehart for the very first time. This takes place in the capital city of Debash fourteen years before our tale begins. The midsummer sun shone bright overhead. A petite figure sat with their feet dangling in the cool water…
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