Chosen of Kore (the original): 126. Yarrow
True to Ghia’s word they rode into Atton as night fell, their horses barely breaking into a sweat.
Continue reading →True to Ghia’s word they rode into Atton as night fell, their horses barely breaking into a sweat.
Continue reading →The hallway was dark.
Continue reading →She couldn’t hear the drums with her own ears but knew when they beat through Molly’s….
Continue reading →She considered it lucky they made it as far as they did. It had been a fool’s gambit.
Continue reading →She leaned over Jules to shake his shoulder, careful not to drip water from her still-soaked peplos onto his face.
Continue reading →It didn’t hit him until they were far away from Atherton, riding down the long road that would take them from all familiarity…
Continue reading →Ghia paced at the doorway to the stables in frustration.
Continue reading →The rhythm of the horse’s trot kept her from thinking, lulling her as a ship would her friend Anala.
Continue reading →She woke pressed into the mattress, a hand over her mouth.
Continue reading →He couldn’t believe himself. What on earth had possessed him to say that to the Empress?
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