“My lady, I am but the tongue that bridles an unruly mind, and would see it brought quiet.” Weir Rathwau, Evening’s Kingdom.
Nor loses hope: the oligarchs destroy his efforts to save Tensingland, and the priestexxes of Oculus vanish without a trace. Ouma holds a ceremony for a dying medicine woman of an enemy tribe.
And as the Chiriklo prepare to retake Ullalea from occupying forces, Fern meets a boy…
Written and Read by Paula Schmidt.
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