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DC Ch 5 pt 2 Wolves and SheepAfter walking for what seemed ages, Kilto came to the end of the hall. Stairs without a left railing wound upward and disappeared into shadows untouchable by torchlight. Glancing behind for reassurance, finding his heels free of followers, Kilto turned to mount the unstable steps.DC Ch 5 pt 2 Wolves and Sheep
Like a snake slithering up a tall tree, so did the stairs continue to wind. Higher and higher he went, the shadows on the right wall growing and fading with each corner he rounded. The height bothered him enough, but it was the unsettling cracking beneath his feet that worried Kilto the most.
There was the continual gnawing of termites to
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DC Chap 5. The Lock Tower“You’re coming with me?”DC Chap 5. The Lock Tower
“Of course, I am!” Kilto raced to catch up with Tamor. “I guard this tower, so it’s my job to deal with whatever enters it.”
“And yet you feel obligated to leave your post for a rabbit. . . .”
“One mistake! You're not going to let me live it down, are you?”
The archer scoffed, continuing toward the lock tower. “You’ve made more than one mistake tonight. And your worst error was to get involved in things you know nothing of.”
“Like what?”
“You need only know you cannot handle this, boy. Go and build some sandcastles by the gate.”
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DC ch 4 SuperstitionsKing Deryle awoke from his disturbing dream, lurched out of bed, and threw a gray robe around his old frame. Nearly tripping over his feet as he shuffled into his slippers while moving, he ran to the window and looked out.DC ch 4 Superstitions
His bird’s eye view of certain surrounding villages was hindered greatly by the choking dark. Even the royal village of Caley beneath him was hard to study, the moon scarcely lending light for the task. His fears could not be purged.
Because Callaham was divided into eight villages—Bliss, Ty, Rurl, Lon, Onel, Girn, Prin, and Caley—it made the kingdom so much harder to protect. If he’d had it his
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Am: Chap 2 pt 1: Her ChanceThat boy has finally left me. He took his beautiful horse and walked away. He said “nature calls” before he left, but I do not believe him. I do not hear a thing, and my ears are naturally better at hearing things than his are. And if nature does indeed call, it would definitely speak to me first. I am sure that man has no respect for nature; why would it wish to speak with him instead of me, a member of a race known for its respect of the earth. The bile rushes to my throat as I recall my dealings with that boy prior to my writing this. He is a pucu! A pig! The only thing belonging to him worthy ofAm: Chap 2 pt 1: Her Chance
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