The Slave Princess Part 2
A tale of mystery, sorcery and romance from an imagined world.
Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan; Unknowing, unknown.- The Canticle of Menkeret ***************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions; a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to...