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Chapters (75)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. WEAVER OF DREAMS - Long, long ago . . .
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. THE PRINCE OF EBON RIH - This story takes place after the events in Heir to the Shadows
  16. ONE
  17. TWO
  18. THREE
  19. FOUR
  20. FIVE
  21. SIX
  22. SEVEN
  23. EIGHT
  24. NINE
  25. TEN
  26. ELEVEN
  27. TWELVE
  28. THIRTEEN
  29. FOURTEEN
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. SIXTEEN
  32. SEVENTEEN
  33. EIGHTEEN
  34. NINETEEN
  35. TWENTY
  36. TWENTY-ONE
  37. TWENTY-TWO
  38. TWENTY-THREE
  39. TWENTY-FOUR
  40. ZUULAMAN - A story from Saetan’s past
  41. Chapter 1
  42. Chapter 2
  43. Chapter 3
  44. Chapter 4
  45. Chapter 5
  46. Chapter 6
  47. Chapter 7
  48. Chapter 8
  49. Chapter 9
  50. Chapter 10
  51. Chapter 11
  52. Chapter 12
  53. Chapter 13
  54. Chapter 14
  55. Chapter 15
  56. Chapter 16
  57. KAELEER’S HEART - This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness
  58. 1
  59. TWO
  60. THREE
  61. 1
  62. 1
  63. SIX
  64. 1
  65. 1
  66. 1
  67. 1
  68. 1
  69. 1
  70. 1
  71. 1
  72. 1
  73. SIXTEEN
  74. SEVENTEEN
  75. Present

Not sure how she’d respond to him, he moved closer to her and ran a hand over her hair.

She looked up at him. “Why did he do that?”

“Make the stew?” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, hoping she’d take it as a friendly gesture—and wanting to kiss her in ways that had nothing to do with being friends. “He’s a Warlord Prince. I guess he couldn’t stand seeing you work when you were hurting.” He eased back a little to look at her. Her eyes held a female awareness of a male that eased one kind of tension in him and created another. “So. Are you going to let me fuss a little?”

“I’ve never been fussed over before.”

He smiled. “Think of it as an adventure. It will be easier that way.” And until someone, like Jaenelle, told Marian the rules about fussing, he was going to make the most of his hearth witch’s ignorance.

FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

Marian crouched behind the shelves of dishes and glassware. How soon before the shop’s proprietor remembered he had another customer and started wondering what she’d been doing all this time?

She wasn’t hiding, exactly. She just didn’t want to deal with that Roxie woman. Thank the Darkness she’d been examining some plates on the lower shelves when Roxie walked into the shop. There’d been no mistaking that voice, and one quick look had convinced her she didn’t want to meet Roxie when she couldn’t slam a door in the woman’s face. But having spent the past hour carefully making her selections, she was not leaving without her cookware, which was stacked on one end of the large wooden counter that ran across the back of the store.

She peeked over the top shelf, then ducked back down out of sight. Poor man. Roxie had been sneering at his merchandise since she walked in the door, proclaiming loudly that the aristo shops in Doun had much better fare. But that hadn’t stopped her from plunking several items on the counter. And now . . .

“What do you mean I can’t put it on the account?” Roxie’s voice rose toward a screech. “He told me I could buy anything I wanted and put it on his account.”

“Unfortunately,” the proprietor replied, his voice condemning in its politeness, “Prince Yaslana has not informed me of that fact.”