Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow Torquere Press www.torquerepress.com Copyright ©2005 by Kirby Crow First published in www.torquerepress.com, 2006 NOTICE: This eBook is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution to any person via email, floppy disk, network, print out, or any other means is a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines and/or imprisonment. This notice overrides the Adobe Reader permissions which are erroneous. This eBook cannot be legally lent or given to others.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow A pair of long-knives hanging in a corner smithy caught Scarlet's eye, and he stopped to admire them with frank longing. Like all Morturii weapons, the knives had smooth hafts made of spun wire and the blades themselves were black as jet. Inscribed on the blades were many curling designs of leaves, trees, human faces in torment, and stretched, eviscerated animal bodies, all swirling together in finely-etched silver lines to form a depiction of Deva's creation of the world. The weapons were ugly and terribly beautiful at the same time, and Scarlet lingered to stare as the foot-traffic flowed around him.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow "But I don't want—" "Do as you're told, boy." Though he knew Masdren was right, Scarlet felt his tenuous hold on his volatile temper slipping. The roads in Morturii were safe enough, but he was headed home for Byzantur on foot. Many a young man or woman who traveled a Byzantur road alone often wound up as chained work-slaves for sale in Minh. More infrequently—depending on their beauty—they woke up from a drugged stupor as painted and perfumed bhoros boys or ghilan girls, sold into whoredom by any of a dozen slave brokers who eked a steady living from the southern roads.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow speech had caused his father enough embarrassment over the years. The fact that Masdren was one of Scaja's oldest friends helped to restrain him, but he sometimes resented this man's ability to make him feel like an unruly boy in need of a good dressing-down.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow Masdren made him a final gift of a pair of storm-gray leather gloves, custom-fitted to accommodate his left hand with its missing fifth finger. Again, Scarlet's thanks were deflected gently. "What will you do when you get home?" Masdren asked.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow you can. You'll never be able to hide what you are with that face, nor will Annaya or Scaja or Linhona. You're all Hilurin to the bone and they'll kill you for it." Scarlet was alarmed, but some part of him still refused to believe that his own countrymen had turned so completely against them. Surely something would happen, someone in power would intervene, and the fighting would stop soon? "The Flower Prince." he began.
Scarlet and the White Wolf--Book One by Kirby Crow The elder left him in the busy thoroughfare outside the walls, and Scarlet stood there for a little while after. The long road home would take him nearly ten days on foot, and he was not sure he was ready to begin. Passersby saw little to remark on: a slight Byzan youth of about seventeen with the beardless, flower-pale face of a Hilurin, black hair, and black eyes. If they were asked later to describe him, they would have remembered that he wore the long crimson coat of a pedlar with its characteristic broad hood, and that his face was very fair to look on, his features both delicate and masculine with a subtlety of secrets about the eyes. As Hilurin are a very handsome race and beauty is not uncommon among them, looks alone could not distinguish him, but the crimson coat would.