“The coverlet warmed her legs. The firelight wobbled over the pages. Maelyn sank into the world the words wrapped around her, hushing… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Ten minutes of careful searching later, Maelyn faced the dismal truth - she was bookless.” — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Uncle Jarrod groaned. “What are you doing here?” “I came to have a word. Good thing I did, too, I see you’re up to… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Arialain.” King Erlamon smiled. “Beautiful! Four syllables. But I’m afraid you’re too young.” Arialain” — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Coco looked at him and decided to try weeping. She could summon tears at will, and though Mother could tell the genuine from the… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“I know what you thought!” Gord shouted, moving a threatening step upward. “You thought you could snare me, as you’ve snared so many others.… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“The coverlet warmed her legs. The firelight wobbled over the pages. Maelyn sank into the world the words wrapped around her, hushing everything that… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Here. Look.” Heidel dropped her voice to a secretive hush. “I’ll show you where I’ve hidden it.” Eravis stepped beside her. He leaned forward… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Maelyn made a disgusted sound. “The first man, a wool dyer, lent ten silvers to a second man, a farmer. The farmer, finding it… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Coralina laughed. When she and Kerrick were younger than twelve, they had tried to run away together. They reached the abbey in Merridell and… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Briette sighed. “I don’t think your intentions were bad, Sir Ansley. And in the end, you warned Calister of what the king planned to… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Well, read! Read on!” Jaedis flicked her hand impatiently. Maelyn shook her head. “The hour is over.” “NO!” the princesses cried together. Maelyn chuckled… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“Why was under the bed the cavern of no return? Didn’t Lace miss her earrings, her left shoe, her prayer books, her sheets of… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
“But… why would you give them to me?” A quiet moment passed. Then gentle fingers slid behind her neck. When Maelyn looked up, Willow… — Anita Valle Copy Share Image
