Monthly Archives: May 2015

The Shipwright never had a child, so far as I know, but when I was twelve and lonely–for I’d been close to my mother, physically close (her conjoined offspring, some of the traveling-circle joked)–she spoke to me. I didn’t know … Continue reading →

Our cuisine has enough spicing so it doesn’t taste like the very same thing every day, though we all know that the bases number only a few, our old agricultural staples plus some new plants that have entered our diet … Continue reading →

The restless one has returned. Taryn laughs with her cousin’s former apprentices, swings her kit-bag to one shoulder, greets one and all as she walks down the Heart-Ring corridor with the swagger-and-sway, the bouncing steps, of someone who’s used to … Continue reading →

“So on Karis, I’d be Jehen Outlander,” Jehen said. “Oh no, you’d be Jehen whatever-your-epithet-is. Sarronny’s different.” “Why?” Yasmin asked. Mavra smiled, as if she’d been waiting for that question. “You know about the Revolt, and the Treaty–that’s why. We’re … Continue reading →