The sounds of a teeming crowd reverberated against the passageway. My armed escort didn’t bother with drawn weapons as they […]

My senses slowly returned to me, each one more painful than the last. The sound of dripping water first, then

The Attor kept its icy grip on my upper arm as it half dragged me to the throne room. It

I might have been going to my death, but I wouldn’t arrive unarmed. I tightened the strap of the quiver

I gave myself a minute—just one minute—to kneel in the remnants of the entry hall. Then I eased to my

The ball was a blur of waltzing and preening, of bejeweled aristos, of wine and toasts in my honor. I

I had one task left to do before I returned to my father’s manor. The villagers who had once sneered

Inventing stories about my time with Aunt Ripleigh required minimal effort: I read to her daily, she instructed me on

There wasn’t much to my packing and farewells. I was somewhat surprised when Alis clothed me in an outfit very

I lay in bed, watching the pools of moonlight shift on the floor. It was an effort not to dwell