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The Truthteller, Chapter 16San almost forgot to change before he went out. Only his grandmothers call stopped him from going out the door in his disciples robes. Do you not wish to wear something less noticeable?The Truthteller, Chapter 16
It almost felt wrong, taking off the uniform he had worn for so long in favor of other clothes. In the end he could not bare to part with all of it, so he kept the tunic and hat while putting on his old trousers. The sandals, of course, he kept as well. They were his. That was the deal.
It was also part of the deal that he end his discipleship after four weeks, but that did not stop San from feeling like one.


The Truthteller, Chapter 1Hes barely got anything on him! Hell notice the weight difference!The Truthteller, Chapter 1
No, he wont. Now shut up.
Yes, he will!
Would you shut your mouth already? What hell notice is your damn yapping!
He looks real strong.
I noticed, thank you!
Well, what if he catches you?
Then Ill tell him you told me to do it! Now shut up or get out of here.
Keris gonna kill you if you get caught.
San turned


The Truthteller, Chapter 2Quadage, the old woman ordered as she spread out her good reed rug on the floor of the one-room shack. Sit down.The Truthteller, Chapter 2
San did as he was told. Not because he wanted to be obedient, or because he loved his grandmother, or even because he enjoyed the ritual. He did it because this was the few things that reminded him of the people he would never see again.
His grandmother sat behind him on her knees. She could sit like that for hours, and she was proud of it. While she was considered too old to carry her weight among the Keils, their nomadic tribe, she was hale and hearty compared to the other women h


The Truthteller, Chapter 3The herald, who introduced himself as Kittik Keed, led San down the market vendor line. Everyone there from Gevric knew who and what San was, and almost everyone with eyes could tell Kittik Keeds place, so the pair ended up attracting more than their share of funny stares.The Truthteller, Chapter 3
Master Keed did not seem to mind. He was casual in his stride, and treated every salesman they stopped at to a smile and a warm greeting. These vendors, who ended up being all cloth merchants, would stare back and give a nervous grin before realizing that they were not being caught for some shady deal and could relax.
Um, San aske


Fairytale Disasters, Chapter 2Chapter Two Sir Periour had every intention of disliking Astin. Not hating him, of course, since hate was quite a strong feeling to have for someone the knight did not know. But he was far from feeling indifferent about the lad who'd snaked his way to one of the most prestigious honors a knight could receive through nothing more than good timing and dumb luck. An HEA assigning a farmer to protect a prince? How impractical and insulting could destiny get? Yes, Sir Periour realized that stranger things had happened. He'd once known a deaf mute who'd become one of the most successful debate champions in all of Falfarawi by virtue of his abFairytale Disasters, Chapter 2


Fairytale Disasters, Chapter 1Chapter One Astin Maner's life, unlike so many citizens of Falfarawi, was not a fairy tale. He had yet to meet a pegasus, never attended a royal ball, and, if he had a fairy god mother, the two of them had not been introduced. Wish-granting gypsies did not go out of their way to travel to his family's tiny farm, which lay southwest of everything that could be considered remotely interesting. He actively avoided double-talking peddlers of dubious wares. No one in his immediate family had met their end via sadistic, food-obsessed witches-though it was speculated that a flan sent to a town mayor years ago had something rather unfortunate tFairytale Disasters, Chapter 1
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