A forbidden love. An impossible quest.
The accusation of witchcraft. Can love survive?
Dark hair and piercing green eyes were the first things Pelra noticed. Eirik sat comfortably in the saddle, a man at ease on horseback and the trail. Swinging a leg over, he dropped to the ground. Swift movements untied a bundle he tossed over his shoulder. “As long as it’s ready, a plate sounds good. It’s been a cold ride.”
The wagonmaster performed quick introductions. Eirik’s handshake was warm. To Pelra’s surprise he shifted from the trader greeting to a formal kiss worthy of the king’s court. Heat spread from her hand to her neck. She hoped that neither the wagonmaster nor Conall noticed.
“Eirik, while you eat, I’ll have the supplies for Clan Daimh, and Pelra’s and Conall’s personal belongings, packed on the spare horses.” He looked at Conall. “Don’t worry, Bard, Lady Pelra, I’ll make sure your instruments are secured.” A wave and several drivers took over the animals to carry the supplies and headed towards the end of the train.
Pelra resisted the urge to join them. She had protected the instruments through too much to entrust them to others. Yet duty—and Eirik’s green eyes—held her in place.
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This is a great book. I've recommended it to some friends
ReplyDeleteEirik has made quite an impression on her. I trust they'll be seeing a lot more of each other?
ReplyDeleteGreat first meeting, Eirik sounds like a very intriguing character, made me want to know more.
ReplyDeleteHis presence made her forget something important -- I'm betting this is going to lead to a lot of fun. :)
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