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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

The man could certainly move, Marian thought as she stared at the empty archway.

It was rather sweet, the way he got all testy and nervous about giving her wages. And it was considerate of him to realize there were things she would need to buy for herself.

She pulled the silver marks out of her pocket, fanned them out again—and smiled.

It was still excessive for a half-month’s wages, but if she kept half of it for herself, the other half would give her a good start on buying the basics she needed for the kitchen.

EIGHT

EIGHT

Marian sipped her coffee, looked around her clean kitchen—and sighed. It was barely midmorning, and she’d already made a casserole, cleaned up the kitchen, stripped the beds and put on fresh linens, had all the laundry washed and hanging in the drying room, dusted the furniture, and swept the floors. There was nothing left to do—and Prince Yaslana would be gone for the next two days.

She still wasn’t sure how service in Lady Angelline’s court worked. It all seemed so . . . casual. She knew Prince Yaslana went back to SaDiablo Hall one or two days each week for a few hours, but she wasn’t sure if he went there for court business or just to visit family. He’d explained that since all the males in the First Circle had other responsibilities, his father, as Steward of the Court, worked out a rotation so that each male fulfilled his obligation to Queen and court by being on duty for two or three days twice a month.

So he’d left before sunrise, and she had the next two days stretching out in front of her. She could read, but reading was the reward after the day’s labor. She’d finished the weaving she’d started on her small hand loom and had made a decorative mat for the kitchen table. She didn’t feel like making something just to fill up time. So what . . .

Turning to look out the window, she studied the mess of rocks and weeds. It had been a garden a long time ago. She’d found herbs growing wild among the weeds and suspected there had been an herb bed and a kitchen garden on this side of the eyrie.

Why hadn’t Yaslana done anything to at least clean it up? For a man who was always aware of his surroundings, he seemed willfully blind to the fact that a natural meadow, which had its own kind of beauty, wasn’t the same as the tangled mess she was staring at now.

Besides, it would be so nice to have a little kitchen garden to tend.