Memory of Love
Excerpt
The late spring rain was heavy and chill. Some of it was seeping through the
roof where the thatch was worn. The fire had gone out the day before, and the
two children did not know how to restart it. They huddled together to keep
warm. Their mother's body lay on the bed amid a pool of blood that was now
congealed and blackening. The stench in the cottage had already numbed their
nostrils, even as the cold had numbed their fingers and toes. The wind
suddenly howled in mournful fashion, and the smaller of the two children
whimpered, pressing himself closer to his elder sister.
Rhonwyn uerch Llywelyn focused her brain again as she had these past two days.
How was she to save Glynn and herself from certain death? Their mama was dead,
birthing the prince's latest child. Their cottage was isolated from any village,
for decent women would not tolerate the prince's whore and his bastards. The old
crone who had helped Vala in her two previous births had not been there this
time, because this time the child had come too soon. Much too soon.
They needed to be warm, Rhonwyn thought sleepily. How did one ... read full excerpt from: A Memory of Love ebook
