“Raven,” a voice called, rousing her from sleep. “Raven.” With a yawn, Raven came awake, wondering why, for the hundred thousandth time, why she hadn’t allowed Aven to install some kind of door to her bed chamber. She pulled the covers from over her face and pushed herself up so her pillows supported her back. She blinked a few times to clear the sleep from her eyes and covered her yawning mouth with the back of her hand. Onna was standing at the doorway, waiting patiently for her mistress to awake. The decoy smiled and bowed her head. “Raven, Master Yadrow is here to claim his spoils,” Onna said, her…
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Raven, Chapter 4-b
“Papa,” Caidy said as she descended the staircase the following morning. She was smoothing down the silk of her spring green gown and had a matching parasol clutched in one lace gloved hand. “I’m ready to go.” Sarlik glanced up from the paper he was reading in the parlor. His daughter appeared in the doorway, looking just as lovely as her mother used to. He smiled and put his paper down on the low table sitting in front of the settee he sat upon. “You look lovely today, Caidy.” “Thank you, Papa.” She frowned as she saw his dressing slippers rather than his shoes lying beside his feet. “Papa, you’re…
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March of the guard
They emerge from the jungle The drums pound in their hearts Loud, in the distance In their ribs A beat of excitement, booming of terror Rawhide stretched tight and clubs pound Gems of sweat glisten on brows Tanned skin tight over wet chests A heavy sigh and deep breath Freedom beats in the veins The march of the Guard The sultry jungle full of passion Sweltering heavy air and steam Lower the arrows, the spears, the guns The march of the Guard They emerge from the jungle.
