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220 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 29, 2016
“Yes, Your Highness,” she snapped, moving at a half-run down the grand hall to her mother’s rooms. With his longer stride, Lonen kept up easily.
“I like the sound of that,” he told her. “Finally, a little respect and humility from my scary sorceress wife.”
“You wish,” she retorted and he laughed, that big, rich sound. The Destry king had a remarkable ability to find humor in the most dire circumstances. Perhaps all the Destrye were like that, but somehow she didn’t think so.
Closer by, Chuffta worked intently to drag what looked like a tree limb to a blazing bonfire. He had his wings spread and managed it by half-flying, half-hopping on one leg, and wrestling the thing with mouth, tail and the free foot.
“What are you doing?” she asked aloud, for Lonen’s benefit, though the words scraped her raw throat.
“I’m feeding the fire,” he chirped happily. “Keeping you warm!”
Lonen groaned. “Hey, man. Enough with the fire. You’ll roast us.”
“No?” Chuffta paused, releasing the limb with foot and mouth, but keeping his tail wrapped around it. He sounded terribly disappointed. He cocked his head atht eh fire, “Maybe just one more?”
“No more, please Chuffta.” She rubbed at her gritty, sensitive eyes, though it only made them water more. She certainly wasn’t weeping. She blinked them open to find Lonen grinning and grimacing at once. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” she said ducking her face so he wouldn’t see.
“I like fire! It’s hot.”
