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“It’s morning, my loves, and that means it’s time for a very interesting day, I think.” Zann grumbled into his pillow at the sound of his mother’s voice and the feel of her stroking his hair. Beside him, Svera did the same and burrowed deeper into the furs. “Just a few more minutes A’ma? Please?” “Yes, I suppose. We’ll be downstairs.” Their mother left, leaving her lantern sitting by the trapdoor and casting a soft glow over the attic bedroom. Svera rolled over, flinging an arm over her twin and closing her eyes again with a contented sigh. A moment later she shifted again

What is it like where you were born Snowfox? Do you remember it? There’s quite a lot of grass. Vira sat regarding Alyx for a moment. He was floating on his back in the hot spring they were in with his eyes closed. Figuring out he wasn’t planning on elaborating further without prompting, she snorted and poked him with her snout. And? Opening one eye, he reached up and poked her back. And what? And that’s it? You just magically emerged from a pile of grass? So what if I did? I have my doubts. Alyx smiled. The elders say the moon goddess did the make the first Rhion out of grass. So maybe I am descended from the grass pe

“What did your mother want?” Scarra leaned back against the railing and watched the rain spatter and hiss against the heat dome that covered the rooftop where they stood, then growled and threw her champagne glass across the garden, where it smashed some distance away. It was the only expression of frustration she would allow herself. She frowned at the guards standing nearby and waved them away. “She is concerned by our lack of heir production.” Dharma bristled, “well you can tell her that—” “She wants me to take another mate,” Scarra cut him off, “I have agreed to at least meet

White. Everything was so bright glittering white that it hurt Raie’s eyes. The day was sunny as promised, the light bouncing off the white drapery on all the statues lining the plaza in front of the palace. At her back, the silver domes and trimmings on the palace flashed in the sun. Raie felt like the heavy silver crown on her head was slowly compressing her spine. Silver hairpins jabbed into her head like needles. Blue flowers scratched at her neck and stained her white robes with pollen. Kerr stood a little behind her. His mood was sourer than hers, but he’d gotten out of wearing a heavy metal headpiece by threatening to fli