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Not Poppy, Nor Mandragora
     

Not Poppy, Nor Mandragora

by K. G. McAbee
 

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When Carill found the mutilated bodies of his wife and son, he could think of only one thing: revenge. But he's only a simple farmer; what he and his village need is an official monster slayer. Brys Bradaigh arrives, straight from the queen's court, complete with sword and vast experience in dealing with monsters. Carill is beginning to wonder, however, if she has

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When Carill found the mutilated bodies of his wife and son, he could think of only one thing: revenge. But he's only a simple farmer; what he and his village need is an official monster slayer. Brys Bradaigh arrives, straight from the queen's court, complete with sword and vast experience in dealing with monsters. Carill is beginning to wonder, however, if she has a hidden agenda?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781934614143
Publisher:
Calderwood Books
Publication date:
02/01/2008
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
20
File size:
90 KB

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Not poppy, nor mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

Which thou owedst yesterday.

~ Othello

It was on a beautiful midsummer morning that I discovered the torn and mangled bodies of my wife and son.

My son was nearing his sixteenth summer. I had never noticed until that moment how long his legs had grown, how strong his arms. His chest was covered with fine curling hair, as dark as mine, though the hair on his head was closer to the auburn of his mother's.

His mother. I had known her all my life; we were born in the same village, grew up doing childish things together, and she had chosen me to be her mate when we'd both been not much older than our son.

Their broken, twisted bodies were drenched in blood. Already, hungry insects had found them...

I knelt down to give them a final farewell, to send their spirits to the Great Ones. I bowed my head over my clenched hands, and felt the water of my tears going with them on their journey into the darkness.

I cried for them. But most of all, I cried that I could not yet accompany them into the dark of the next world.

Not yet, at least.

First, I had something I must do.

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