Swordheart

“You could still be wearing a bit more,” he said reproachfully, keeping his eyes very obviously above her collarbone. Halla looked down, realized that anyone looking at her would know that it was quite cold in the room, and fumbled for her dressing gown.

HALLA HAD no great desire to die, but she had even less desire to remain living among her relatives. This did not leave her with many options.

Two priests and a paladin had certified that it wasn’t possessed by a demon, although they also all said that there was clearly something very wrong with it and had recommended a great deal of fire followed by a great deal of holy water. Silas had instead put it in a cage in the dining room, because he was that sort of person.

“Then Alver’s going to marry me and when his wretched aunt kills me off, he’ll be your next owner!” “I shall not be wielded by a man with clammy hands!”

It was that night, as she sat brooding, that she realized that she was probably going to have to kill herself.

“Have I mentioned that your entire country should be put to the torch?” “Frequently.”

“No offense intended!” “Not being a hill, I take no offense.”

“Didn’t mean to give offense. I just wasn’t expecting to see that ah much of you, that’s all.”

“I fear that I am going to have to kill your aunt’s hireling.” “Go right ahead.” “Hey now” said Roderick.