The Lady and the Eye

  I leap from the edge without thinking. A long drop to the icy river. Arrows pelt the water around me and I dive for my life. “Was she worth it,” I ask. Far above my station, to be sure. But worth it? She was warm, soft, sweet… and rich. …

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A Dragon For Cymnea

My memory is long, longer even than my life. I remember those things that befell my poor mother before I cracked my shell. I am part of my ancestry, a long, thin line stretching into the dark past. A tenuous line to be sure, for a dragon’s life on this …

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Washer Woman (The Baen Nighe)

I must sneak away. I am no brute to harm an old woman. Her work is harsh for she beats at the cloth on the stone, oblivious of my presence. She plunges it into the flow, shaking it about like a dog with its teeth on a rabbit’s neck.

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