The Chalice Quartet

3-2

It wasn’t the hunger that had threatened to kill Telbarisk.  Nor was it the cold or the wild animals on his island.  It had been the isolation. Four months had passed since he had been exiled to Ouayid Island. Being uninhabited, he hadn’t spoken to anyone since then. No laughter, no touch, no tales around

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“I just want you to know that you are more than welcome on any ship I’m on,” the first mate said. “I hope you’ve realized that by now.” Telbarisk shook hands with the man. “Thank you,” he said, “that’s kind of you.” He had no intentions on setting foot on a ship ever again, except

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Alpine and Anladet were escorted to the dungeon underneath the garrison by Captain Raines with the duke in tow. Al beseeched the duke to ask Silfa about their time in the woods. She would explain it. She’d exonerate them. The duke ignored them. They were put in the cell closest to the guard’s station. It

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It was a loud snap some five hundred feet away that woke Anladet in the middle of the night.  While her eyes adjusted, she waited, hoping it had been a nightmare.  From some place different there was a squelching sound, like someone stepping in mud. She snapped up a dome of silence and shook Al

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Anla startled awake a few hours later. Silfa was still sleeping, but Al was gone from his bedroll. The rope she had tied around his leg was still tied to hers, but only hers. She fumbled with the knot for a few moments before it came loose. She found Al on a large boulder, staring