Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.
In her time Nor Tigelaar had faced insurrectionists and collaborationists and war profiteers. She'd endured abduction and prison and self-mutilation. She'd sold herself in sex not for cash but for mil...
You always said I could see the present, said Candle, when she could speak. But I can see nothing about her—my own daughter. Liir smoothed his hand over her silky flank. Maybe that’s not so surprising...
Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate. Oh, oh, she managed, I don't know that I'll...