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Towsaj Comes

A gate opened at the far end of the field and six Royal Guards entered the amphitheater. Behind them, Daegel and Jinx followed and both were dressed in finery. Their wrists held metal cuffs and a chain trailed between them, the two shackled together. Daegel’s servants trailed after them…

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Treasure Hunt

Welcome treasure hunters! Hunting for treasure is always an adventure. I am participating as a blog host to help out a fellow author – Nicola MacCameron. This beautiful fantasy script for her novel, Leoshine, Princess Oracle, was created by Travis Williams.   Here are the instructions for the hunt: If you&#8217…

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The Plan Proceeds

As I left Onika’s fine mansion, my spirit felt bolstered. Agreeing to the High Society women’s plan gave me tremendous pleasure and a focus I desperately needed. Before I left the ladies tea time, Letha and Narcissa both agreed to spread rumors through the taverns via some of…

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The Vow

A few hours later, Magdalon’s love tryst exited his bed chamber from the outer door and entered the garden. A dark cloak hugged her slender frame to help hide her presence as she tried to slip away undetected. She stood still outside his door for a moment with a…

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The Grand Ball

The next day I traveled back to Dwarkaa Capital, to Krishay Estate, and arrived mid-afternoon. Akiko met me in the entrance and assisted me to my bed chamber to help me change. “Have you forgotten about the ball?” she asked as soon as we entered my room. “No. Of…

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The Meeting

Dark streets, dim light from a window here and there, homeless children crouched in sheltered corners or behind garbage, rats that scurried in the shadows and the odd hungry bark of a dog in the distance was the norm as Bodil and I navigated toward the burned out shell of…

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The Dump

The Royal Guard uncrossed his arms, a battering stick held firmly in one hand. Numerous weapons were strategically placed on his belt. My own knife was back at Bodil’s residence and I longed for it as I stood before him, feeling exposed and powerless. I despised being unarmed. The…

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Our New Safe House

We traveled through the alleyways and side streets, keeping our heads down and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. The farther we traveled, the rougher the areas became. Thin, emaciated children roamed the streets, their eyes vacant and hopeless, likely orphans left to fend for themselves. Adults fared about…

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Our New Home

We settled into our new home but our hosts, Brone and Almana, were extremely nervous and seemed eager to keep their distance. Their gazes of revulsion and the twitching of their noses gave indication that perhaps we smelled badly. Spending weeks at sea without much fresh water for washing didn…

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