The Chalice Quartet


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


“That’s…no,” Al said, standing with his fists clenched. “That’s wrong. She would never hire a trirec!” “Do you know what else it could be?” Anla asked. He stared at the icon. “I don’t know everything. It could be…a Br’vani antique, or something to do with the Twelve, or…or anything, Anla!” “It could be,” she said


Anla refused to go shopping for another outfit to impress Al’s mother, instead wearing the tan blouse and multi-threaded wool skirt that somehow matched her blue-gray-brown eyes. His mother would have to understand that they traveled and that her apparel needed to be more functional for living on the road. Still, she had bathed the


“Are you sure this is the right place?” Anla asked. “Yes,” Al said, looking back at her with furrowed eyebrows. “The outfit you got from the duke is nice, but I’d like to get your something nicer.” “If you say so.” The outside of Kitsen’s was fancy, with gold filigree in the corners of its


Al hadn’t been completely forthright with Anla about his fears, but only because he hadn’t been totally forthright with himself. While he had been deeply concerned that his mother or one of his family’s friends was slated to be assassinated, he also had another fear to overcome, one that had been a large root for