Chosen of Kore (the original): 42. Molly
Ridiculously, childishly, Molly had waited impatiently for every mail caravan from Atherton, hoping for word from “Selina”.
Continue reading →Ridiculously, childishly, Molly had waited impatiently for every mail caravan from Atherton, hoping for word from “Selina”.
Continue reading →There was an uneasy silence in the tiny room.
Continue reading →It was dark and murky, and the healer had trouble concentrating.
Continue reading →“You’ve been sent WHERE?” Aro’s voice reverberated through Anala’s room.
Continue reading →Jules had his arm around Ghia all the way back to the tavern.
Continue reading →Ghia sighed as she pushed open the door to her room. She was tired. Training that afternoon had been beyond trying.
Continue reading →Their job eased the farther north they pushed.
Continue reading →Ghia’s prediction of the tavern’s business level had proved correct — hardly a patron stirred as Jules entered.
Continue reading →The shades were drawn in the top room of the Spire.
Continue reading →Aro hadn’t come by the castle library in a while and, from the looks of it, neither had anyone else.
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