Chosen of Kore: 46. Lady Lyra Timor
Lyra paced anxiously in her room, rocking her newborn son, willing him a calm she herself did not feel.
Lyra paced anxiously in her room, rocking her newborn son, willing him a calm she herself did not feel.
Caelum would have been a rich man could he have made a career out of tardiness.
Thalaea rested on her back beside the Lorekeeper, who looked on with as much shock as she felt.
Ghia awoke to late afternoon sunlight filtering in through her window.
Jourd’Selene, 22nd Decima Yarrow was glad leave was over. She’d spent a restful and quiet month alone in Harbourtown. After a tredicem she’d become bored; another six days later, she was crazy with inactivity. To keep her mind and body in shape she took to running up and down the...
Ridiculously, childishly, Molly had waited impatiently for every mail caravan from Atherton, hoping for word from "Selina".
There was an uneasy silence in the tiny room.
It was dark and murky, and the healer had trouble concentrating.
“You've been sent WHERE?" Aro's voice reverberated through Anala's room.
Jules had his arm around Ghia all the way back to the tavern.