The Chalice Quartet


Al was surprised to admit it felt incredibly good to talk with Anla. It wasn’t like when he spoke with Aggie; she paid attention to him, asked him questions, and didn’t interrupt nor interject with some tangential story. He had spoken for hours, both about himself and of Arvonne, even a little about Amandorlam and


“Man with in the gray suit and bowler hat reading the newspaper,” Raulin said, turning in his seat and leaning against the window of the train. Anla craned her head to look past the trirec. “But he’s sitting alone.” “For now. He has a lady with him. When she returns, I want you to tell


“Oh, look,” Raulin said, holding out his hand, gloved due to the cold. “Do you see this? This is exactly what I wanted to avoid.” Against the black wool, a single snowflake stood out in his palm. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Telbarisk said in an almost dreamy tone. “Nice? It’s…” He paused to look at


Al spent the next few days in his room. He would rise,get dressed, shave, then spend the rest of the day lying in bed, his back to the door. Anla and Raulin left him alone, save to check in on him and bring him food. There was a lot for him to think about. For


Because there was no question of fires and of job dismissals in his mind, Al did sleep that night. It wasn’t a good sleep; it was restless and his stomach churned, pulling him from slumber several times, but it was enough. Still, he had dreams of intentionally drowning, people trying to pull him up to