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  • Shalador's Lady(Black Jewels,Book 8)(73) by Anne Bishop
  • Black Widow as well as Witch.

    Mother Night.

    “Now,” Jaenelle said. “This is why I asked to see you.”

    Two trunks appeared in front of him. Glancing at her for permission, he went down on one knee and lifted a lid. Picking up one of the items on top, he stood and opened the thin cover.

    Old. Delicate.

    His hands began to tremble when he realized what he held.

    “That trunk has journals that record the daily life of the Shalador people—and the decline of Dena Nehele after Lia’s death. Two generations. No journals were sent after that. The other trunk’s contents are more formal. When the Tradition Keepers saw the decline begin, they took it as a warning. So they wrote down the stories and the songs, wrote down the rituals of the Shalador people, and brought that writing to Ebon Askavi. They knew many of those things would be lost in the decaying years, but they also hoped the time would come when the forgotten things could be reclaimed. Based on the last couple of letters Cassidy sent to me, I thought it was time for these to come back to the Shalador people.”

    Ranon put the journal back in the trunk before a tear fell and damaged the ink. “Thank you.”

    “I have one other thing for you.” Jaenelle called in another package and handed it to him. “This was left here at the Keep for Daemon, but he and I agree that it should go to you now.”

    He unwrapped the package. Another journal? He opened it to a random page and read for a minute. Then he looked at Jaenelle. “Jared? This came fromJared ?”

    She nodded. “This is his account of the journey he made with Lia.”

    “And with Blaed and Thera.”And Talon.


    “This should go to Theran. He’s the last Grayhaven,” Ranon said as his grip tightened on the journal.

    “It’s yours now to do with as you please. But I’ll remind you that Jared was a Shalador Warlord, and he was proud of it.”

    Ranon pressed a hand against his chest. “My heart is too full for words.”

    “And I have said all the words I need to say.” Jaenelle smiled. “I need to get back to Kaeleer. My father is here standing escort. In fact, he helped me locate the journals. But my husband gets snarly if I stay at the Keep in Terreille for too long.”

    “I thank you for your time, Lady. And for these.” He pointed at the trunks. “They are a gift to my people.”

    “May the Darkness embrace you, Prince Ranon.”

    He bowed and waited until she left the room before sinking into a chair to regain his breath and his balance before he headed home.



    Cassidy looked at Powell, who was hurrying toward her.

    “Told you they’d notice you were still working,” Reyhana said quietly.

    *Grf.* That was Vae’s grumpy opinion.

    “Oh, hush up, both of you.” Cassidy tossed the handful of weeds into the basket, brushed off her hands, and smiled at Powell. “I wasn’t working. Really. I was just pulling a few weeds and keeping Reyhana company while she brushed Vae.” Of course, if she wanted him to accept the “a few weeds” fib, she should have vanished at least half the weeds in the basket.

    “Excellent,” Powell said. “You don’t rest as much as you should.”

    “Powell?” Cassidy asked sharply. The man was too distracted to notice the basket? Her Steward noticed everything.

    “There are some people who need to see you.”

    Not want,need. She sent out a psychic probe to get a feel for Spere’s and Archerr’s tempers, since they were the escorts on duty this afternoon, and wished Ranon or Gray were back from their respective errands—or that it was closer to sundown and Talon could be with her.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire