Changer of Days
Chapter One
It was raining in Roisinan.
The Kheldrini ship glided into the harbor of Calabra at
twilight, with the first torches already guttering under sheltering
roofs streaming with water. The air was rich, damp,
cool, filled with the sharp, brittle smell of autumn which
opened the floodgates of memory and released a torrent of
small, exquisitely painful recollections into Anghara's mind.
As she had found it difficult to believe that anything other
than the yellow sand of Arad Khajir'i'id lay beyond the
mountains that sundered the desert from the sea, so now she
found it equally hard to think that there was anything else in
the world except this wet autumn evening on the shores of
Roisinan. There was a lump in her throat which she couldn't
quite seem to swallow as she stepped off the ship, dressed
decorously Roisinan-fashion and wrapped in what had once
been Kieran's cloak, the same one she had taken from
Cascin and treasured carefully throughout her years in
Bresse and the Twilight Country -- her Kheldrini finery she
carried bundled up in a parcel in her hand. Home. She was
home. Everything abo ... read full excerpt from: Changer of Days ebook
