Part of the newest book, coming to you on our Patreon page at the end of the month:

Maremeadow Farm was reckoned the safest place for rearing horses, completely closed off from wolves and thieves, the accoutrements around the farm fashioned in Eithne’s image, and iron iteration of her hooves marking the lintel of every door, her features surveying the extensive grounds, the long braids of sweetgrass attached to the charm bearing her likeness carried in pockets and hung over pens. There was a lo...