Category: All These Broken Things
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The next time Alessia woke it was in pain. Not the sharp heat of a raging infection, but the steady ache of a wound healing clean. Stella was gone, but Dottie had been left behind. Alessia smiled at the small act of comfort. She groaned as she rolled onto her back. Odrian was at her…
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Alessia drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to fully wake. Her shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat. She couldn’t remember if she had mentioned the injury to Odrian the night before. She certainly hadn’t told him her concerns about potential infection. She hadn’t thought of it in the wake of Stella’s fever. She’d just been…
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The inside of the tent was organized chaos—maps weighed down with daggers, a half-strung bow propped in the corner, and Dionys sprawled across a bedroll, gripping a spear even in sleep. Odrian didn’t hesitate. He nudged Dionys’ ribs with his foot. “Wake up, we’ve got guests,” he said. He shot a wry glance at Alessia…
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Odrian didn’t want to be here—not on the Tharon coast, not in this war camp, and certainly not tracking some thief through the forest in the middle of the night. But the thief had finally slipped up, leaving a trail of coins—his coins—scattered through the underbrush. Intermittent enough to slow him, but frequent enough to…
Tiny Raven 