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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

As she stepped back into the eyrie, Marian understood the purpose of the little room. If it had pegs in the wall or a coat tree, wet or muddy outer garments could be hung in there to dry. Boots could be removed instead of tracking dirt or mud through the rest of the eyrie. And it was close to the big sinks in the laundry room for a quick wash if it was needed.

If there was a bench in here, it would make removing boots so much easier, Marian thought, groaning softly as she bent over to unlace her boots. At least Tassle was off doing his daily trot around the land surrounding the eyrie and hadn’t heard her groan. He’d just start howling again.

Wolves had a very effective way of nagging. When he’d started telling her around midday that it was time for her to rest and eat, it had been easy to tell him she would do that in a few minutes, or after she’d moved a couple more rocks. But after she’d done that several times . . .

That howl rising up over the land was not something that could be ignored. He wouldn’t hush, she couldn’t catch him, and she suspected everyone in Riada could hear him. Since there was no way to shush him except to do what he wanted, she warmed up a piece of casserole and spent an hour reading at the kitchen table. When she came back out, he was pleased enough by his success in taking care of a female that he’d used Craft to help her move rocks until the game bored him and he went off for a while to do something wolfie.

So it was just as well that she’d announced it was time to quit for the day before he’d decided it was time for her to quit. One howling experience was quite enough.

She closed the door and touched the stone in the wall that had been spelled to engage the Ebon-gray locks Prince Yaslana had put on all the doors. He’d worked out a way for the spell to recognize her and Tassle so that they could come and go, but he’d been adamant about the doors being locked whenever he wasn’t home, especially the front door. He’d been equally adamant that she not allow anyone but his family to enter the eyrie when he was gone.