Lyse stood on the edge of the cliff with Andes beside her. Her face twitched trying to restrain her horror. Before them the valley burned in boiling fire which burbled in oranges, yellows, and blues. Lyse saw it and couldn’t believe it.
In Her Pocket
The chime rang and Avital looked toward the front of the house unseen from the scant hallway visible. She closed her fingers around the slim stone she’d held to the light.
Food Poisoned Chief
There had been many theories about how she had been murdered. Arwith’s least favorite was food poisoning.
Butler’s Example
“I’m certain I don’t recall!” Josephine Maria Ziegler’s eyes widen as she stared at Ollie. No doubt in feigned shock. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of being careless with the health of those in my employ!”
Light in White
Nothing but white. Lillie turned searching for anything in the humdrum continuance, vaguely disturbed by the thought that she might be dead.
Out of the House
The front gave a low groan with the deliberation of guilt. Wiping her hands on her apron, Aerith marched from her kitchen to the hallway.
Confinement
The brilliant light faded, and I lowered my arm to… a circus? Green grass, white tents flying multi-colored pendants, rides whizzing about, and blue sky with lazy clouds. The last cell I’d scoured couldn’t have been more different: burning stones ringed by lava. Here’s boundary was a rough, waist-high, wooden fence which couldn’t keep anyone in.
Offhand
The door swung shut, slamming against Amos as he hesitated on the threshold. He shuffled forward, crossed the room, and plopped his elbows on the bar. Leaning forward, he stared at the Tender, Lloyd, around the other patrons.
Seeress
Kevanth grudgingly noted that even in defeat Nadrith presence commanded. She walked straight backed and chin high. Even her arms seemed casually angled together. Only the heavy manacles dragging on her wrists spoke the truth.
Questionable Morals
Lasym wished the only sound were the soft rustle of sand shifting over stone. He wished that, but the constant flick of nails against each other was dysrhythmic and nerve wracking. “Would you knock that off,” he snapped turning to face Ellel.
