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Authors: A.E. Marling

Brood of Bones

 

by

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2011 A.E. Marling

Cover illustration by Eva Soulu

Graphic design by Raymond Chun

Editors: Dean, Sarah

Special thanks to: Christina, Eric, Jack, Nancy, and Stephanie

First electronic publication: October, 2011

ISBN:
 
978-0-9840223-8-0

Third Edition eBook

 

Find Enchantress Hiresha on Twitter:

@LadyofGems

~

Meet her humble scribe:

@AEMarling

and

http://aemarling.com/

 

Contents
:

Chapter 1:
       
Caged

Chapter 2:
       
Improbable

Chapter 3:
       
Lucid

Chapter 4:
       
Godsent

Chapter 5:
       
Uncertain

Chapter 6:
       
Murderous

Chapter 7:
       
Deceived

Chapter 8:
       
Wretched

Chapter 9:
       
Appalling

Chapter 10:
    
Misspoken

Chapter 11:
     
Craving

Chapter 12:
     
Lethal

Chapter 13:
     
Incomplete

Chapter 14:
     
Threatened

Chapter 15:
     
Disappointing

Chapter 16:
     
Empty

Chapter 17:
     
Divined

Chapter 18:
     
Conniving

Chapter 19:
     
Isolated

Chapter 20:
     
Consenting

Chapter 21:
     
Venomous

Chapter 22:
     
Cursed

Chapter 23:
     
Lordly

Chapter 24:
     
Genteel

Chapter 25:
     
Crumbling

Chapter 26:
     
Reformed

Chapter 27:
     
Impending

Chapter 28:
     
Uninvited

Chapter 29:
     
Hesitant

Chapter 30:
     
Clandestine

Chapter 31:
     
Inhuman

Chapter 32:
     
Afflicted

Chapter 33:
    
Winnowed

Chapter 34:
     
Incriminating

Chapter 35:
     
Unawares

Chapter 36:
     
Hopeful

Chapter 37:
     
Exposed

Chapter 38:
     
Destroyed

Chapter 39:
     
Unrestrained

Chapter 40:
     
Restrained

Chapter 41:
     
Starving

Chapter 42:
     
Mortal

Chapter 43:
     
Bare

Chapter 44:
     
Fearful

Chapter 45:
     
Descending

Chapter 46:
     
Undone

Epilogue

 

 

 

 

for those living

with sleep disorders

 

I never learned the knack for waking. Consciousness hung over me like a sodden rag, weighing on my eyelids and muffling my ears, yet even my stifled senses did not spare me the indignity of hearing my name screamed across a public place.

“Hiresha!”

The reckless shout could not refer to me, I decided. Another lady of the same name must peruse the Bazaar, someone who would consider replying to the immodesty of a raised voice. Why, I was not even in view but safe behind curtains.

Regardless, I trembled in the dimness, my head ringing with remembered shouts. “
Hiresha walks like a sleepy monkey.
” “
Hiresha, you’re slower than a drunken sloth.

 
And, “
How could she ever raise children? Hiresha sleeps more than a newborn.

My neck burned and flushed under layers of silk and velvet. Gowns that had comforted me in the frigid climate of the Academy now smothered, and I began to pant, sweat running down my back like a millipede with a thousand tickling feet.

I had to disperse the heat building inside me, though deep breaths only drew in more hot air. My lungs smoldered, and my chest refused to move altogether when the worst happened: A woman screamed my name again.

“Hiresha!
Don’t leave me to die!”

My drowsiness ground against a heat headache, and I could make no sense of the shout. The disjointed words tumbled in my mind, holding no meaning either together or alone.

Don’t Hiresha die me leave to.

Leave die to Hiresha don’t me.

The carriage in which I was riding slowed to a standstill. A door opened, spilling light over the drifts and folds of my gowns. Jewels covered the landscape of fabric that draped over the seats, and the interior of the carriage glittered like a geode.

My maid bustled within and unhooked my arms from their harnesses of silk. The crisscross of cloth was used to hold me upright while traveling, to prevent me from falling forward in my sleep and hurting myself.

I asked, “Why ever has Deepmand stopped the carriage?”

“Couldn’t say.”
 
Maid Janny tugged on my gloves. “Maybe hereabouts women cry for enchantresses to save them every hour, on the hour.
Must amount to a proper nuisance.”

“I hardly think the woman meant me. Only Sri the Flawless is expecting my arrival.”

“Might be she recognized something about your carriage.
Its four white horses.
Or the eye-blistering
golden
wheels!”
Janny dabbed the sweat on my brow then scuttled out again.

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