Did you know," he asked conversationally, "that you have no name?"
The world seemed to spin. It was only that gaze, pinning her like a butterfly, that kept her upright. Beside her she heard Kestrin speak. "She's forgotten it. She doesn't know who she is." "No," Yaphen disagreed. He turned to Kestrin and she found she could breathe again. "She has no name. The one she had before isn't there now. It's why she's lost her memory—she is no longer who she was." |
"Great Dragon, we do not come to rob your hoard. We bring this offering, gold and silver from our warriors in the mead-hall, to ask that you grant us your strength. The Mercians are at war with everyone, all their neighbouring kings and the Waelisc in their foreign lands. It is said they fight with the might of dragons, so to hold against them we need the might of dragons ourselves."
A collection of short stories. |