Plots Within Plots - Part 6“Come in, Centinale delGado.” The rich, warm tones of Comandante Vasquez’s voice are modulated slightly by a clipped tone of irritation. As Inigo enters the cool dim interior of the command center, he notes the litter of a rather large meeting on the very long strategy table set in the center of the room. A large map of the Three Courts lies in the center of the table, with small red markers set in various locations. An old woman is moving briskly among the chairs, removing tankards and spare scraps of parchment from the various places set around the table, pausing to carefully place inkwells and quills on a side table as she gPlots Within Plots - Part 6
The Starlit Path - WIP5In the bustling, crowded city of La Sangre, two days’ ride along the highway from Paseña’s Northern border with Hazir, Magda Roncando dreamed uneasily in the small family bedroom behind the kitchens. She had been sleeping poorly of late, with custom at La Septima Urráca keeping her busy from sunup to past midnight, and often she would wake with a start in the early hours, panicking that she might have forgotten something. “A good innkeeper always anticipates what will be needed,” her father was fond of saying. Apparently the same rule held for pot girls, especially if they hoped to take over the family business oThe Starlit Path - WIP5
Dreams - A Prologue Mk2 - WIPEveryone dreams. It is as much a part of being alive as eating and breathing and sleeping. To sleep, perchance to dream. Believe in your dreams, the traditional wisdom says, follow them – for in your dreams you will find what it is you are destined to become.Dreams - A Prologue Mk2 - WIP
Every place on Gram has its own traditions about dreams. In Nischa, for example, village shamans go on dream quests to heal the sick and bring enlightenment to those who seek it, as well as guiding each child in the coming-of-age ceremony, when they lie and dream of the path they will follow as adults. In Shih-Weh, a dream is held to be a demand or a warning from the ancestor
A Taste of Trouble - WIPInigo looks up from his perch on a stool by the roaring oven as he catches a snatch of conversation outside the door of the camp kitchen. The other aproned kitchen assistants pay no notice, of course, each bent to his given task and shouting to each other over the clatter of pots and pans. Fragrant steam billows from a number of large kettles set over a roaring fire that keeps the kitchens hot enough to wilt anything green left on the rows of prep tables. Even so, to senses honed by over a decade of ambush detection, Inigo knows the argument by the door is outside the usual routine for the kitchens.A Taste of Trouble - WIP
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