“I won him in a game of dice. I never owned him, though. He owned himself and always would, but I did not discover that until much later.”
Javaneh’s people disdain her for her mixed blood, yet covet her magic. On the run from those who would bind her powers, she needs another horse for speed, no matter the cost. So in a caravanserai on the edge of the mountains, she gambles everything she has – including herself – to win one.
However, she hadn’t anticipated getting a smelly, dim-witted slave, whose only thought seems to be getting his next meal, into the bargain. Such an annoying travelling companion she can do without. Or can she? For with the wolves of the steppe hard on her heels, she may need all the help she can get, even from unexpected quarters.
A tale of elemental magic, deception, dangerous escapes and dumplings.
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About the Author
I grew up in Switzerland and thanks to my father’s job with an airline travelled to many far-away places from an early age. Even better though, I discovered, were journeys to imaginary worlds. And so I trudged through the Mines of Moria, sailed on the Dawn Treader, fought in the Trojan War and rode telepathic dragons. Even then I was always scribbling stories in my notebooks, but nothing came of it until much later. I went on to study English and History, eventually ended up with a job in information technology and started a family. However, the urge to create my own worlds and stories remained, so when it was quiet in the evenings I slipped away to places that existed only in the imagination - the results you can find on these pages. I hope you’ll join me on my journeys and enjoy them as much as I do!