The Chalice Quartet

2-9

Anladet had barely sat down on the stone wall across from the tavern when Al opened the white door and stepped out, stretching. His thick hair was disheveled, but arranged in a way that made her think he actually might have tried taming it that morning. His clothing was changed, though still a tunic and

2-8

Alpine knew a strange situation when he saw one. He was a peculiarity, too; a wizard on the road far from a city, looking for adventure.  He didn’t stand out, though, since no one really knew he was a wizard.  The woman in the corner, however, stood out like frozen laundry on a windy day.

2-7

Anladet wiped the tears from her face before she opened her eyes. She could see the sky through the tiny window in the kitchen, gray with a new morning. The oven fire had died down to embers, so she stacked wood in it knowing Onlard’s wife would be down soon to start baking the bread

2-6

They had walked to Hanala, the whole way. They were too afraid to trust anyone after what they had been through, so Raidet forbid them to ask for rides from strangers.  “Who knows what they’ll want from us in exchange,” she said.  “It’s better to walk than to risk dealing with unsavory people.”  At that

2-5

The children’s skin had deepened to a nice tan by the next day.  Their father proclaimed that they could take a shorter excursion to the beach, just in the morning for a few hours. Martin’s face and neck were peeling badly enough that he bought a straw hat to protect himself while he herded his