The Everwalker

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The EverwalkerOnce there was a girl named Florisse whose greatest dream was to find and marry her true love.  She dreamed by day and she dreamed by night.  She would pray to the gods of her ancestors.  She would wish upon falling stars.  And when she saw lovers hand in hand, she would ache with longing and burn with envy.  One morning when she woke, she found upon the floor of her chamber, a pair of fine slippers.  They were made of satin, the pale color of fresh butter and just as soft.  Her family was not poor, but nor were they so rich that they could acquire such fine slippers as a gift.  They were the kind of slippers that young women wore upon their wedding days.  The girl tried on the slippers and they fit her feet perfectly.  She found a note with the slippers.  The note proclaimed that the slippers would lead the wearer to wherever or whomever the wearer wished.  The girl was so swept up in her excitement that before her family woke, she washed and dressed in her best garments and cloak.  She slipped on the slippers.  She made her wish.  She gave the slippers her command.
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Death and The Healer

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Death and The HealerOnce, long ago in an almost forgotten age, there lived a healer of great skill and great compassion.  Her name was Gwenmir, but she was known as the healer Wen.  The healer Wen became well-loved in her village for her skill at easing pain and healing wounds so severe that it seemed she would snatch people from the clutches of death at the last moment.  She stitched up flesh with the skill of a fine tailor.  She cooled fevers with herbs and special tinctures.  She mended broken and even shattered bones with potions from the inside and splints from outside.  News of her arrival raised hopes and lifted spirits.  The sight of her face was said to be like the sight of sunlight after a dark and fearful night. Continue reading

Roland

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Roland Image 1 Final 02Sal accepted the epidural anesthetic but it was still the worst physical pain she had ever borne in her life.  She was amazed at herself when she didn’t just pass out.  Friends had warned her as daintily as they could about the pain and sweat and mess of bodily fluids, all of which they said was worth the trouble.  But no one had mentioned that she would see the life of the universe pass before her eyes, and feel the tug of the moon at her heart, and hear the songs of all the waters on the earth.

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The Blue Magic Stew

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Blue Magic Stew Storm SkyTurtle kept her mouth clamped as the carriage she had been thrown into hit another bump.  She had already bitten her tongue twice.  She was certain she would have bruises on her legs, from knocking against something each time the carriage turned right.  Her hands and feet were tightly bound, as was the sack into which she’d been stuffed.  Her head and hands were on the bottom end of the sack.  She had only managed to bring her hands up to cover her head.

Thus far, she had managed not to cry, and she took solace and courage from that thought.  But as the carriage hitched up again, so came a hitch in her chest.  She wanted to be a warrior someday.  But this day, she was just a little girl…

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