Turn 13 pt3

Note from the author: Sorry, folks, but there’s going to be a delay before the next adventure begins. The plot for it went in an unexpected direction, and working that out was slowed considerably by a health issue I’m not going to get into. I also have other projects on the go, competing for my time, and, well, Moonblood honestly has less of an audience than my novels gain. I don’t intend to abandon it, however. I hope that within a week or so I’ll be able to get at least a couple of more-or-less stand-alone chapters up, showing what…

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Turn 13 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Violet met red, drop after drop, and the red around each drop paled in a growing rippling wave. No true colour for the first few heartbeats, then it began to shift visibly towards yellow. Abruptly and all at the same instant, the yellow faded into shimmering pale blue, which continued to creep across the red, absorbing and changing it. Each new violet droplet altered to blue as it landed and joined the rest. “Apparently Meyar really wants you,” Kaveri said with interest. Lysandra regarded the silvery-blue tide on her arm thoughtfully. “That, I didn’t expect.…

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Turn 13 pt 1

So much traffic, local and foreign, went through the inns along the main roads into Krateros, the Enodian city nearest the northern border, that no one really paid any attention to three foreign men, two clearly local women and a foreign one, and their pet tabby cat. Their clothes, well-made but showing some wear, well-dyed but in much less inexpensive colours than indigo and crimson, with stylized animal designs rather than basic repetitive geometrics, suggested middle-class, more likely here on business than pleasure. They’d quietly rented a trio of rooms, two side-by-side and one across the corridor, and had been…

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Turn 12 pt3

(chapter continued from previous post) Lost in thought, she decided to heed advice and go back inside. She’d been away from Lysandra long enough anyway. Kaveri, perched on the couch and softly singing unfamiliar songs, broke off when Narcissa came in, and greeted her with a smile. “Feel a little better?” “Physically. Lirit is talkative.” Kaveri’s eyebrows rose. “Talkative? I don’t believe she’s ever said anything to me. She did tell you to trust us…” “And warned me to roll off the couch just before the vulture struck. This was more like an actual conversation. I think they feel bad.”…

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Turn 12 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Alone again with her unconscious sister, Narcissa curled back up. She was probably going to have to announce the existence of the other moonblood line and her own transformation, preempting a moment in the future when someone less sympathetic and less trusting caught her or one of the others and claimed that they were part of the cabal or a rival sect. But that could wait. And if she revealed herself and there was no, or at least less, need to hide, would that mean she could stay longer? Or the opposite, would her presence…

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