For Erin he plays the most beautiful music

 

On the banks of a river, a boy sees and hears a girl laughing, the most glorious music, and falls in love. Time, however, is not the same for them. Erin is human; Kell is something other.

 Kell watches her from the shadows under the willow at the water’s edge, refusing to surrender to their differences. For Erin he plays the most beautiful music, for he may never speak to her and she cannot ever see him. Music becomes their words.

 Love, however, cannot measure time. The minstrel maintains his vigil; his muse listens for his song, and both move through the years alone, until the day something changes …

MINSTREL

Story Idea: I belong in Egypt

 

Be careful of what you wish for

 

Be careful of what you wish for.

 

The world Luvanor has four continents, but the small one in the south remains abandoned after massive volcanic eruptions destroyed the land a long time ago, creating simultaneously an impassable trench in the ocean few dare cross.

 Abandoned. Uninhabited. Perhaps dangerous. The type of adventure Echayn Valla, aka Echo, goes in search of, hoping to discover remains from that bygone era, or perhaps he hopes to find something new about himself.

 Don’t they say be careful of what you wish for? Echo is about to embark on the greatest misadventure of his life. Nothing is as it seems, as he will soon realise. Join him now for a journey of discovery that will test his wits, his strength … and his heart.

 

This is also a love story.

ECHO

Translating Minstrel ...

Many of you know I am originally from the tip of Africa. Grew up bilingual in both English and Afrikaans as first languages, but in recent years (er, decades!) I haven't spent much time with Afrikaans. That's changed a bit because I thought I'd try my hand at translating some of my short stories …

… and here's the first result! Pass the word to any Afrikaans folks you may know!!

Op die oewers van 'n rivier sien en hoor 'n seun 'n meisie lag, die heerlikste musiek, en word verlief. Tyd is egter nie dieselfde vir hulle nie. Erin is menslik; Kell is iets anders.

Kell bewaar haar uit die skaduwees onder die wilgerboom aan die waterkant, en weier om aan hul verskille toe te gee. Vir Erin speel hy die mooiste musiek, want hy mag dalk nooit met haar praat nie en sy kan hom nooit sien nie. Musiek word hulle woorde.

Liefde kan egter nie tyd meet nie. Die minstreel hou sy wag; sy muse luister na sy lied, en albei beweeg alleen deur die jare, totdat die dag aanbreek dat iets verander …

 

fantasie

romanse

sprokie

MINSTREEL

 

Story Idea: By street light are we known

 

Story Idea: Gondola Dreams

 

Story Idea: Red Silence

 

Excerpt: Minstrel of the Water Willow - Marking Time

 

To step from shadows is to know light

  

Storms came and went.

A fire swept through the valley and annihilated great swathes of land. Many of the trees on the fringes of the forests all around succumbed, although the deep regions remained untouched. Drought was supreme for two summer seasons. The coldest winter in all memory followed.

Erin remained despite every tribulation. She had chosen to remove herself from her society. After the death of her daughter she lost all interest. He no longer cared much for his social circle either. The unhappier she became, the more he withdrew from others close to him, including his parents. Most days he hunkered, watching Erin. It was a senseless obsession, but truth was there was no Fay woman who drew him as much as she did.

While he was older than she was in years, he appeared far younger, and thus kept his distance. She would see him as a youth and would not understand the years already in his mind.

How utterly unfair. He wished he was human.

His music suffered. More correctly, his reputation as a minstrel suffered, for he rarely took to the circuit to play for others.

He played for Erin, softly, on the edge of hearing.

Kell watched her gradually regain her physical strength and her purpose for life. He saw how she tended her vegetables in the fields in view to him and noticed fat and healthy chickens roaming freely. She was successful at both growing and rearing and soon had excess with which to trade for other goods. Twice a month she loaded her small cart, and set off to market.

Often he would then head into the smaller villages and make music for his own keep.

When Erin turned forty, with fine lines at her eyes, he noticed how she gazed across the river as if sensing his presence when he merely watched her, when he made no lyrical sound. Was she as aware of him as he was of her? If she was, never did she say a word, although once or twice she did smile secretly.

His heart set up an uneven rhythm when she did so.

Many of the Fay moved into the highlands in those years, for more humans had entered the valley. His parents too chose to relocate, but he was determined to stay and thus took possession of his childhood home as his own. His mother was sad, reading in him the signs of unrequited love, knowing also the choice was his. He was considered adult among his kind.

Humans, however, would regard him as a youth.

On the banks of a river, a boy sees and hears a girl laughing, the most glorious music, and falls in love. Time, however, is not the same for them. Erin is human; Kell is something other.

 Kell watches her from the shadows under the willow at the water’s edge, refusing to surrender to their differences. For Erin he plays the most beautiful music, for he may never speak to her and she cannot ever see him. Music becomes their words.

 Love, however, cannot measure time. The minstrel maintains his vigil; his muse listens for his song, and both move through the years alone, until the day something changes …

MINSTRELMINSTREL

Excerpt: ECHO (Seasons 1) - Grey ghosts in white fog

 

There were hundreds. By the gods. How had they ended up trapped? However it came to pass wasn’t the main issue, though. He needed all lost souls to congregate for this to work. Potentially, any stragglers in the aftermath would not again approach, thinking it would end their existence, terrible as it was for them.

“I see you,” he said aloud. “I can help you.” The forms stilled, but he did notice a thickening in the rear as if many more suddenly joined the crowd. Good. “I swear to send you into your Afterlife, if you will grant me the opportunity to do so.”

A low whistle in front of his horse revealed that Sabian had arrived, although Echo couldn’t see him. “How many, Echo?” came the man’s disembodied question.

“No clue. Can you do this?”

“They are wary, but yes. Talk to them while I prepare.”

Echo raised his voice. “Do you hear me? Someone has come with the talent to take you into the realms beyond this one where you may finally be at peace. Whatever lies in your souls now, whether fury or numbness, does not determine your destination. No supernatural power judges you for reacting to this current state of waiting. Where you go is determined by who you truly are in your deep recesses. You are Diluvan, and you walk in the Light. Please, we mean you no harm. Will you gather all for this to be?”

Sight now was more about grey than white, which meant more and more ghostly Diluvans were entering the assembly. The greyness undulated, due to arrivals requiring space, and then abruptly, all movement ceased. Did that mean all were present? Did it mean they accepted?

“They are ready,” Sabian murmured. “Well done, Echo. Do no more; I will take it from here.”

A dead kind of silence descended then, one that included utter motionlessness. Even the fog felt otherworldly, without substance. The sense of cloying wetness evaporated entirely.

Then, poof.

The fog simply vanished.

Blue sky blazed overhead.

Even unseen Sabian was gone. That wasn’t as much an astonishment, however; Sabian needed to leave with the souls.

Okyd shouted somewhere, and the sound of his horse’s hooves was loud in the stillness.

Mabellee cleared her throat. “What, Echo?”

Brief as the event had been, he had not the wherewithal to explain. Oreun indicated that she would, and thus he released the woman, kneeing his mount forward. A few paces removed, he halted again to lace his hands on his head, and inhaled massive breaths repeatedly. By the gods, that had been strange. Other.

Fair-haired and blue-eyed Sabian reappeared then, grinning, and Echo slid from his mount. The two men entered a back-slapping embrace, something that was all about relief.

“Thanks, man,” Echo said fervently as they drew apart.

“I’m agog as to how a bunch of Diluvans managed to stick around,” Sabian laughed. “They will be fine. I received only gratefulness as they dissipated.” He gazed around … and saw Oreun. “That’s a Kallanon. What’s going on here?”

Might be an idea to fill Sabian in, who could then take the message to Torrullin and Elianas. “You have an hour or two?”

Still watching the dragonne, Sabian muttered, “For this I’ll give you a day or two.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Echo started talking.

Be careful of what you wish for.

The world Luvanor has four continents, but the small one in the south remains abandoned after massive volcanic eruptions destroyed the land a long time ago, creating simultaneously an impassable trench in the ocean few dare cross.

Abandoned. Uninhabited. Perhaps dangerous. The type of adventure Echayn Valla, aka Echo, goes in search of, hoping to discover remains from that bygone era, or perhaps he hopes to find something new about himself.

Don’t they say be careful of what you wish for? Echo is about to embark on the greatest misadventure of his life. Nothing is as it seems, as he will soon realise. Join him now for a journey of discovery that will test his wits, his strength … and his heart.

This is also a love story.

ECHO: Autumn of the Dragon

Love under a willow tree

 

MINSTREL

A Romantic Fairy Tale

 

On the banks of a river, a boy sees and hears a girl laughing, the most glorious music, and falls in love. Time, however, is not the same for them. Erin is human; Kell is something other.

 Kell watches her from the shadows under the willow at the water’s edge, refusing to surrender to their differences. For Erin he plays the most beautiful music, for he may never speak to her and she cannot ever see him. Music becomes their words.

 Love, however, cannot measure time. The minstrel maintains his vigil; his muse listens for his song, and both move through the years alone, until the day something changes …

MINSTREL OF THE WATER WILLOW

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 MINSTREL OF THE WATER WILLOW

Chapter 1: Minstrel of the Willow Water

On the banks of a river, a boy sees and hears a girl laughing, the most glorious music, and falls in love. Time, however, is not the same for them. Erin is human; Kell is something other.

Kell watches her from the shadows under the willow at the water’s edge, refusing to surrender to their differences. For Erin he plays the most beautiful music, for he may never speak to her and she cannot ever see him. Music becomes their words.

Love, however, cannot measure time. The minstrel maintains his vigil; his muse listens for his song, and both move through the years alone, until the day something changes …

Chapter 1

 

Laughter is a bridge between strangers

  

Lines formed an intricate map upon her face.

She was old now, but to him she remained ever beautiful. He knew the reasons for her wrinkles, what she had endured in life. He had watched her since she was two years old.

Squatting under the willow where the fronds swept the surface of the placid river, he observed her kneeling with infinite care until she was able to reach the clear pond from where she drew her drinking water.

So slow now, when it felt like yesterday when she came squealing in happy abandon down to the water’s edge, honey ringlets bouncing.

She peered around as if expecting someone, but he knew she was alone here. She was not looking out for someone expected. She had been alone a long time.

He was the only one who watched, although she had never seen him. Sometimes, though, he had the clearest sense she was still aware of him, despite her withdrawal in recent years. She no longer concerned herself with living, only with dying, but in the past, when her step was sprightlier and her eyesight clearer, she would gaze across the expanse of the river directly into the shadows under the willow. Once she even summoned him; she had known he watched. She had not looked at his face, but she told him music meant everything to her.

He realised now she listened intently to the natural silence as if hoping to hear the notes of life itself.

Closing his eyes, he wished he had brought his small lyre to pick out gentle tones, to weave them into the birdsong surrounding them.

 

 

Eighty years ago he was himself a boy, splashing in the shallows in summer’s heat, when he heard the sound of laughter.

Instantly his mother dragged him into the trees beyond where the shadows were dense, abandoning the cones and twigs they had gathered for the hearth back home, but he saw her.

A little girl ran towards the river with her mother trailing after, admonishing her to slow down.

“Kell, be quiet now,” his mother had whispered in his ear, and he had not understood why.

He wanted to go to the girl. He wanted to laugh with her. She was so pretty and so happy, so bright, so new.

She was not as careful as her mother had warned her to be, and fell into the water. A tiny shriek of fear and surprise drifted across to him. His mother was forced to hold him back when he moved to go to her aid.

“Silly, look how wet you are!” Her mother, laughing, pulled her out. “Come on, silly, let’s get you home and dry. Are you hungry?”

They disappeared up the gentle slope towards the old cottage no one had lived in for many years. They held hands and laughed together as they went.

For a long time he thought her name was Silly.

The cottage was not in view of the river, but he had seen it once. In search of wild herbs, his father carried him across the river that day and they passed it by. It was pretty, but needed much care to make it a home again.

Later he realised her name was Erin.

That was the day she went and lost herself and her mother ran along the water’s edge frantically searching for her daughter, calling, “Erin! Erin, where are you?”

That was also the day his father yanked him forcibly into the shadows of the forest and told him never to return to the river, to leave the mother and daughter to their lives. He had already been to the water many times hoping to catch sight of her again, and he was told in firm words that he had proven himself too rash to wander unsupervised.

“She is lost!” he shouted at his father. “She will be scared!”

“Kell, she is human and we do not speak to humans. They may not see us. I will watch over her until she is found, but you will return home now.”

Thus was that also the day he realised he was something other. Not human.

It was the worst day of his life.

MINSTREL

Also in audio:

Chapter 1: Ethereal Musician

 

Alayna lives as a recluse in the giant redwood forest far from prying eyes. When intruders break into her home with the intention of robbing and using her, a man with vivid green eyes becomes an unlikely saviour. The instant they see each other their fates are sealed. Ben and Alayna have the kind of attraction that reeks of a celestial mandate.

 She realises what Ben truly is, but he’s too young to know his real self. She sends him away to discover his destiny, telling him to play the music able to move stars, and awaits his return. Their attraction, though, is so visceral and overwhelming that Ben comes back again and again, each time finding it harder to leave the only woman who has ignited his soul.

 Alayna feels it too, because Ben possesses a kiss able to break worlds. His green eyes are an ethereal magnificence amid the redwoods, lighting the way for love, music, dreams and destiny to mark their paths, but such a connection has a price.

Chapter One

  

THE BLACKTOP GLISTENED after the rain, a dark snake unfurling through the redwood forest. Cat eyes shone as if tiny creatures populated the yellow lines.

The ripe smell of rich earth competed with the distinct aroma of wet tar, and drips of fresh water plinked through the foliage. Nearby a spotted owl delivered its distinguishing call.

Although it was early yet in the afternoon, the gloom above gave the appearance of approaching night.

Set back slightly from the switchback road, a small cottage huddled, nearly smothered in ivy huddled beneath the giants populating northern California, wisps of smoke curling from a stone chimney. Azaleas and rhododendron vied with prolific sword ferns for space in a small garden.

On the porch an ancient bench watched the days pass by, whether wet or dry. A red squirrel perched on the gate post, unmoving until a woman came out the front door, and then he hurtled up the nearest bole.

Grinning, Alayna gave a whistle and left an offering of nuts and fruit in the stone platter upon the low wall. Already, as she turned away, the squirrel shimmied downward. Soon, she knew, his furry family would join him.

  

NOTHING OF NOTE happened in the small town of Legget, besides tourists arriving to take photos of their cars driving through the Chandelier Tree, or of themselves standing within the carved arch in the massive trunk.

They stopped for a bite, maybe some gas, and then most moved on to the nearest camping grounds. At certain times of the year it was busy, but at others nothing much occurred.

Jack and Shaun argued with Ben outside the local diner. The place was closed and a For Sale sign sat in the window.

“We need cash, bud, or we’ll never get to San Francisco,” Jack snapped out, irritated that he needed to repeat himself. “This one-horse town has zip for us; the tourist season is over, man. I say we grab a few dollars from the gas station and head south.”

His scrawny body quivered with intent.

“Yeah, hanging around here will only get us stuck and bored,” Shaun said. “There’s nothing to eat either.”

They were quite the opposites, Jack and Shaun, for Shaun was fat. He was stupid, too.

“Shut up,” Jack snarled at him. “What do you know?” He shifted his attention to the third member of their trio. “Ben, come on. Shaun and me, we’ll grab the dough, just keep the engine running, man, like always. Man, it’s not hard.”

Ben stared at him. “And how far will a few dollars get us? I’m telling you, it’s a waste of effort.”

“You’re just a fucking wuss. We’ll find other places along the way, get more. For fuck’s sake, man, do you want to stay in this empty shithole?”

Ben lifted green eyes to the forest surrounding them on all sides. A slight breeze promised rain later as it ruffled his fair hair. Yes, he could stay. He hankered after some peace and quiet. Jack, however, would pull a knife on him if he dared suggest it. The weasel had a mean streak, and no conscience. He liked that knife too damn much.

“I’ll wait outside,” Ben eventually said.

Jack slapped him on the back and Shaun laughed. “Get the wheels. We’re going in.” Jack grabbed Shaun’s wobbling arm and they strode across the road.

Their inane giggling disturbed the quietness in the air.

Idiots. Folk would remember them.

Frowning, Ben climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition key. The old blue Chevy spluttered twice and then caught. Eyeing the progress of the other two, hating himself for giving in yet again, he timed his swing and landed in a squeal of brakes before the glass doors as they vanished into the shop.

He didn’t watch. He didn’t want to see another unsuspecting kid manning the register frightened out of his wits by the insane Jack and the stupidity of that oaf Shaun.

It was time to leave those two behind, but not in this quiet place. They would do too much harm here. He’d either abandon them somewhere more populated or simply walk away when Jack wasn’t looking.

The rear doors slammed as the two flung bodily into the car.

“Get fucking driving!” Jack screeched.

The Chevy sped away, heading north.

  

ALAYNA FINISHED EATING the vegetable soup she’d prepared for her supper and placed the remains in the fridge, along with the butter. Tomorrow night’s meal. She wrapped the rest of her freshly baked loaf and put it in the old wooden bread box.

While rinsing her few dishes, she stared out into the darkening forest. It was autumn now and summer’s ever-present fog began to vie with the downpours that heralded winter’s approach. It was always somewhat on the cooler side here, but she preferred that. Heat had never summoned her, held no allure. Heat wasn’t good for her, point of fact. She was comfortable in the mists, in the bracing air of a fertile forest.

The fog thickened. Soon it would be so silent out, one would believe oneself entirely alone in the universe. The road would remain empty, isolated, and without movement but for the occasional elk crossing its expanse on a journey through the night time forest. This was perfection. Silence and isolation.

After the life she had, she desired nothing else.

This was a place and time in which to recuperate. People drained one of energy.

Finishing the dishes, she set two lanterns alight and carried one to her desk in the living room, leaving the other in the kitchen window. Setting it to one side, she drew her laptop closer, flipped the lid, and called up her work in progress. She enjoyed the rustic lifestyle, but her laptop was her mainstay of technology.

This book was taking a bit longer than the others did. She found that the wildlife offered greater distraction these days than her mind usually conjured.

Still, she had to eat.

It was a few small edits from finished. She started typing.

  

“STOP!” SHAUN SCREAMED, and Ben slammed on the brakes, nearly wrenching his head from his shoulders.

“What the fuck, man?” Jack demanded, craning around to the back. He’d earlier clambered into the front passenger seat, almost causing a goddamn calamity when his elbow ‘accidentally’ hit Ben in the jaw.

“I saw a light,” Shaun mumbled sheepishly.

Ben drew in a breath. Not this again. Some unsuspecting household was about to be robbed. “No one lives out here,” he said. “This is a waste of time.”

Jack eyed him. “You’re going soft, bro. We may have to teach you a lesson, toughen you up a bit.” He eyed Shaun next. “Where’d you see it?”

“Up a ways.” Shaun jerked a meaty thumb over his shoulder.

“Back up, Ben,” Jack ordered. “This isolated, maybe they got gas tanks out back, in case.”

Yeah, the idiots didn’t think it out too well. Not that they ever did. So they robbed the register, got a few dollars, but paper didn’t create gas, did it? They should’ve filled the tank before leaving Legget behind and instead they now raced along a dark road as empty as the tank would soon be.

These two assholes hadn’t yet realised he deliberately drove north into the highlands, knowing there was little to be had along the way. He intended to engineer his walk away. He’d had enough of them and didn’t want to land up behind bars for theft or worse. All three of them on foot? He’d leave them behind within minutes.

Ben backed up, and there it was, a light.

A lantern in a cottage window.

Blinking, he stared at it. It called to him, like the proverbial lamp in the storm.

His heart thundered into rapid motion.

He didn’t like this.

This felt wrong. Something here was not as it seemed.

“Developing a conscience, bud?” Jack punched him on the arm, hard.

“Fuck off,” Ben said, bringing the car to a halt.

  

ALAYNA LIFTED HER head, swiping dark blonde strands of hair from her face. Did a car just stop outside?

Standing, she lifted the lantern on her desk. Maybe a traveler was in some kind of trouble.

The lamp slid from her grasp when three young men hurtled through the front door, which shattered on impact and instantly flames licked at the ancient rug.

“Fuck! Stupid bitch!” Stamping the blaze roughly out, the vocal one of the three snapped out, “You alone?”

Of course she was. To claim she wasn’t would simply reveal she was a liar and that was potentially worse for her. “I’m alone. May I help you? Would you boys like something to eat?”

“Yeah,” said the fat one, grinning.

“Shut up, Shaun!” The thin, dirty one, glared over his shoulder and then crowded into her personal space. “You got any gas?”

Ah. She understood the situation in a heartbeat. “There’s some in the shed out back, yes.”

“Shaun, go!” Scrawny screeched.

The final young man in the trio, she noted, hadn’t moved a muscle since entering. After watching his buddy snuff the flames, he had glanced into the kitchen, to the other lantern, and then remained motionless. It was the strangest thing; his face was perfectly composed, as if nothing disturbed his inner self.

Was that serenity, she wondered, or the face of a psychopath? Why was she thinking this now? Clearly they were here to cause harm and whatever he was inside had little bearing.

Now he did move, and she discovered she was holding her breath. As Shaun shoved past him into the night, muttering about always getting the shit end of the stick, he stepped aside with barely veiled dislike.

Clearly, then, not so serene.

The skinny fellow looked her up and down insolently. “You’re a little old for me, under normal circumstances, but you could still keep a man warm, s’pose. What you? Like forty or something?”

Dread crawled across her skin as bumps of puckered flesh. Her gaze flicked to the silent one, somehow drawn there. Her blood ran cold when she read the expression on his face. No, not his face. That remained carefully schooled. It was in his eyes … incredible eyes, dear God. This boy was about to commit murder. And she wasn’t his victim.

“You will regret it,” she said then, feeling she needed to warn him of the dangers to his soul.

His green gaze shifted to her and seemed to pierce her soul. “I don’t think so,” he replied. There was no emotion in his voice either.

“What the fuck …” the scrawny one muttered. “Ben, fucking get her and hold her, I’m getting fucking hard here, man.”

Ben inclined his head. “Sure, Jack.”

He approached as Jack unzipped his filthy jeans. As he drew abreast, he snatched Jack into a head lock.

“Worm!” he spat.

Jack struggled, gasping for air, arms flailing uselessly. Clearly Jack wasn’t a fighter. He was all air and sound.

“Behind you!” Alayna gasped, noticing fat Shaun’s shadow in the doorway.

Ben whirled, putting his back to her, still holding a wheezing Jack. “Back off, Shaun.”

“What you doing, man?”

No one was now looking at her. She stepped back unobtrusively until she felt the rifle stock under her fingers. Gripping it, she swung it around, holding it aloft. As she did so, Shaun barreled towards the other two, screaming obscenities at the top of his voice.

Alayna pulled the trigger.

The fat boy hurtled backwards and toppled through the door. A gurgle sounded and then … nothing. She didn’t see where the bullet made impact, it happened that fast.

An audible crack of snapping bone came next and she shifted her gaze to the other two, in time to see and hear the gaunt one hit the wooden floor, his neck at an odd angle.

That had taken both strength and determination.

Perhaps pure desperation.

Utter silence enveloped the small space.

And then Ben said, “I’ll remove the evidence, and then be on my way. You might have to scrub the deck outside after I’m gone.”

Alayna nodded. It was as much as she could manage at that point.

His gaze again stripped her soul naked, before he bent and hooked his hands under Jack’s arms and dragged him out. A car door slammed soon after.

The sound of a heavier body slithering with difficulty along her garden path sounded, and then a door banged again.

Moments later Ben darkened her doorway. There was no expression on his face. “Lock up. Oh, and put a fresh round in that chamber.”

He touched his forehead and was gone. An engine roared to life outside and tires screeched on the slippery surface.

The sound vanished into the distance, heading south.

ETHEREAL MUSICIAN

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Alayna lives as a recluse in the giant redwood forest far from prying eyes. When intruders break into her home with the intention of robbing and using her, a man with vivid green eyes becomes an unlikely saviour.

The instant they see each other their fates are sealed. Ben and Alayna have the kind of attraction that reeks of a celestial mandate. Alayna realises what Ben truly is, but he’s too young to know his real self. She sends him away to discover his destiny, awaiting his return.

Their attraction, though, is so visceral and overwhelming that Ben comes back again and again, each time finding it harder to leave the only woman who has ignited his soul. Alayna feels it too, because Ben possesses a kiss able to break worlds.

His green eyes are an ethereal magnificence amid the redwoods, lighting the way for love, music, dreams and destiny to mark their paths, but such a connection has a price.

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This is a long book (just how I like them!) but well worth it. I enjoyed the setting, the premise, the characters, and every dilemma, whether of war or love. The emotional turmoil between Kei and Arman is simply riveting, and I spent days reading this and ignoring other tasks ... because I had to know how it works out between these two. Highly recommended!

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