First Pages: Everything has its Price
Everything has its Price is the second short story to be found in An Anthology of Dragons. It is also available as a stand-alone short story.
When a young squire asks for a place at a merchant caravan's encampment, the price is a story. The tale she tells is one of a blind bard's encounter with a dragon, but the ending is interrupted by the arrival of the knight she serves.
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“And what would you offer for a place by our fire?” the merchant-guildsman demanded.
“No one knows how she avoided the perils
of the road but avoid them she did, until the night she chose to follow some
traders beyond the Dragon’s Peak Range.
“The route they took was new then, but is well known now. The traders followed Dragon’s Way through Drudonelle’s Forest and almost reached its edge before disaster struck.
Everything has its Price is available from Smashwords, Kobo, Kindle, Nook and the iTunes bookstores.
When a young squire asks for a place at a merchant caravan's encampment, the price is a story. The tale she tells is one of a blind bard's encounter with a dragon, but the ending is interrupted by the arrival of the knight she serves.
Everything has its Price is available from Smashwords, Kobo, Kindle, Nook and the iTunes bookstores.
First Page: Everything has its Price
“And what would you offer for a place by our fire?” the merchant-guildsman demanded.
I let my eyes travel doubtfully over his
portly, dust-covered frame and ignored the knight who had ridden up behind me.
“A tale,” I replied.
The knight snorted and rode past to make
his camp not far from that of the caravan. I caught the gleam of interest that
sprang into the guildsman’s eye before he could hide it.
“A tale,” he repeated eyeing me with the
same doubt I had shown of him.
There was a murmur from the men behind
him. The journey had been dull enough to warrant a tale, it seemed. The
guildsman sighed, as though pressured beyond fairness by his crew.
“Very well,” he grumbled. “A tale it
is.”
I wedged myself between two burly
teamsters and, ignoring their frowns, began my story.
“Few about this fire would recall a
blind bard, even if they’d had the fortune, once, of meeting her. Few would
credit it indeed.”
A low murmur of disbelief greeted this.
I moved to quell it, knowing that the murmurs would stop soon enough.
“The route they took was new then, but is well known now. The traders followed Dragon’s Way through Drudonelle’s Forest and almost reached its edge before disaster struck.
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