Dævara should have asked more questions before she first set up shop as a whore…
Stories shorter than a novel.
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For simplicity’s sake, I include novellas, as well.
Dævara should have asked more questions before she first set up shop as a whore…
Amber sat on the mattress just outside her tent and, for the fifteenth dawn, watched the death of the sky…
Amber finds the ruins of Samarkand, passing between diorite sphynges, down to the underworld. Things are going to get much worse.
She was younger than he and not a beauty. Too much care had tarnished her features. Under the long coat, he knew, was a slender attractive figure. It was that, he could now confess that had first drawn his attention. But it was her spirit that had ensnared him. She compelled in a way a mere beauty could never have.