Raneth

Water ran into Tristan’s shoes, and he cursed under his breath, lifting his foot out of the puddle he had stepped in.  The sky overhead held the barest hint of light, the trees around him nothing but silhouettes. It was the time of treeblack, the last tinge of twilight before Read more…

“When will the travelers get here, gramma?” Patyr asked. “Soon,” his grandmother replied from her place in her rocking chair. The wooden floor of their small home creaked as she leaned back. “Will they bring more salt this time from Saypish?” “Maybe.” “Will they bring gems from Diamort?” “Maybe.” “Will Read more…