Chapter 4 (Dreams of Fire)
By Becca Abbott on May 23, 2010 | In Becca Abbott, Dreams of Fire
Severyn remembered with wistful nostalgia the days when traveling from one point to another meant throwing a few things in a satchel, gathering a handful of well-armed friends, and riding rough to his destination. Now he stood at the edge of the inn's courtyard with Stefanie at his side, watching the caravan of wagons, carriages and riders line up for the procession back to the road. Servants and guards made up most of the entourage while the inn's staff rushed about, full of pride and excitement to have hosted the king himself.
Chapter 3 (Dreams of Fire)
By Becca Abbott on May 16, 2010 | In Becca Abbott, Dreams of Fire
The walls were straight and true, as white as the snow covering the surrounding mountains. He wandered along the frost-dusted streets, his steps echoing off the silent, empty buildings on either side. Wind raced past him, sighing, carrying with it snowflakes that danced and spun in sparkling pirouettes.
Chapter 2 (Dreams of Fire)
By Becca Abbott on Apr 25, 2010 | In Becca Abbott, Dreams of Fire
The rain was relentless. It overwhelmed the gutters of the old house, pouring over the eaves in impressive waterfalls. It sheeted down the windows, finding its way through places where the frames weren't quite flush or the sill was a bit uneven. Four days of the deluge had left standing water in the courtyard and word coming in from the surrounding countryside told of flooding streams and fields. Even Messerling, on the highest ground in the area, faced another delay in planting - the fourth such in the past month.
Chapter 1 (Dreams of Fire)
By Becca Abbott on Apr 15, 2010 | In Becca Abbott, Dreams of Fire
Fire was everywhere. It leapt from roof to roof with demented, gleeful abandon. Shrieking and howling, it consumed everything in its path. Imbued with primal rage, it hunted, seeking whatever tried to escape its rampage, man or beast. It walled off road and roared up stairwells, making no distinction between peasant or lord, slave or high priest.
Prologue (Dreams of Fire)
By Becca Abbott on Apr 15, 2010 | In Becca Abbott, Dreams of Fire
Tanyrin rejoiced. From one end of the splintered kingdom to the other, the people welcomed the marriage of their young king, Severyn Lothlain, to Miss Stefanie Eldering, daughter of a long and distinguished bloodline. It had been two years since Lothlain had taken the throne, well past time for him to be setting up his nursery
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