1. Anira Verseheart

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "If." She said the word like she was choking on it. If I have caused offense. Not I have caused offense. Not I was wrong. Just... if. He just acknowledged the possibility that she might be the sort of woman who gets offended over nothing. The kind of sorry boys gave, all loophole and no spine...
  2. Anira Verseheart

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    The fire crackled behind the bard, who stopped pacing. Morning light spilled through the doorway in pale gold bands, catching dust motes drifting lazily through the air. The smell of coffee drifted from the pot hanging above the hearth. Salt hung beneath it. Smoke above it. At first, it seems...
  3. Anira Verseheart

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "Right," Anira says. Of course one of them is a specialist. And then she says nothing for four full seconds, because she trained for this. "I saw it. I, Anira Verseheart, Lady Lark of the Lanes. Bard, poet, three-time winner of the Midsummer Lyric Competition, not including the year they...
  4. Anira Verseheart

    Wolf on My Mind

    The package with the pearl pendant is returned with a note inside. "Somewhere between right and wrong there is a garden. I will meet you there."
  5. Anira Verseheart

    Wolf on My Mind

    The innkeeper in Sevin did not look surprised when Duscan stepped through the door. They simply reached under the counter and dropped a crumpled packet into his hand. “It was left for you,” the innkeeper said simply, nodding. Outside the gulls argued with the wind. “She told me to give it to...
  6. Anira Verseheart

    Open Roads no one remembers

    “It's bloody happening, Lark! Now get up!” Garrod’s hand closed around her arm like a beartrap, hauling her bodily upright before her thoughts had even caught up with the movement. “Gods...” she gasped, stumbling as he yanked her forward. The jerk jarred through her skull. The bump on her...
  7. Anira Verseheart

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Her hand pressed to her forehead. When she pulled it away, slowly, carefully, she felt it... The swelling. The heat blooming beneath her skin. Her fingers hovered, then touched the bump again, gentler this time. Her eyes filled at once, lashes clumping as tears gathered whether she wanted them...
  8. Anira Verseheart

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    The knights, it must be said, had made a series of assumptions about the bard that were so spectacularly incorrect. They had perhaps heard the songs. The epic ballads about heroes standing against impossible odds and many assumed the person who wrote such songs must, on some level, aspire to be...
  9. Anira Verseheart

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Brinda made a small, miserable sound somewhere behind Anira, folded over her saddle. “I am dying,” the girl whined. She uncorked the flask again and waved it gently under Brinda’s nose. “Drink.” Anira's voice had that thin notes of someone who might also be negotiating with death. Brinda took...
  10. Anira Verseheart

    Open Roads no one remembers

    She knelt at the spring, hands slipping into the cold. Water ran red for a moment. Then pink. Then clear. She scrubbed carefully her face, hands and the worst of it. Trying not look too closely at her reflection. But when she finally did, it was with a small, tight breath. Disastrous. Her jaw...
  11. Anira Verseheart

    Private Legends in Waiting

    THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Morning, as it turned out, had arrived far too early and far too loudly for a room that had, only hours ago, been a small kingdom of indulgence. She made a soft, offended sound and pressed her face deeper into the pillow. “Mm. No,” she murmured to the universe, declining the...
  12. Anira Verseheart

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Anira didn’t look up from the ground when the scholar began his muttering about moons and revelations. She listened, of course she did. “Something will be revealed,” she repeated under her breath. Voice both dismissive and hollow.“Yes. I imagine it will.” A small pause. “Clouds, perhaps.”...
  13. Anira Verseheart

    Private Heartwood

    “Would that I could, Little Lark.” She gave the bars another half-hearted shake anyway, if only to satisfy her stubbornness. Dicey indeed. When he said you will have to come up with some other plan, one of her brows lifted faintly. Of course she would. Anira listened to him without...
  14. Anira Verseheart

    Private Heartwood

    The world returned to Anira slowly. First in sounds. Sharp cries from seagulls, cutting through the air like knives. The gentle lapping of weaves, heavy with sea foam and kelp. The ringing of a ship's bell. Then the smells. Salt. Fish. All in the sour breath of the harbor. Her lashes fluttered...
  15. Anira Verseheart

    Private Heartwood

    Maybe the fall had rattled her wits. That was the sensible explanation. The less sensible one was that she had been a little curious about him since they'd meet. For a heartbeat he did nothing. Anira, even mid-kiss, noticed this. Oh well, some distant corner of her mind thought dryly. He did...
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