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Sventon wandered barefoot through the open field of a dream, his feet sliding through the cool summer grass of his childhood home nestled in the plains near Kysmet. He watched as clouds drew wide shadows across the green expanse, their billowy bulkheads promising a much needed seasonal rain. Without warning the clouds thickened, darkened, no longer clouds but plumes of black smoke choking the sky above his father’s farm. The shadows turned the grass black, burning the life right out from unde...

The day had begun with a series of light flurries, coating the rocky skin of the Shouldertop with snow that had already melted into a thin layer of ice. The sun was shining, but the flurries would not abate; like a clear rain in the daylight, the weather seemed unsure of whether it wanted to be spring or winter, caught between seasons like a dog stuck in a doorway. Sventon Horst welcomed the sun as he and Gart plodded along the crest of the Broken Spine, hoping that the chill would lift alon...

Nobody knew where the girl came from or how long she had been among us. Not a single family in Cooper county could remember much of that raven-haired waif from before the flood that took Mrs. Breaux’s baby boy along the banks of Fen River, yet one glance at Miss Sunflower and you could have sworn you had known her since childhood. Her eyes danced an emerald-tinged tango while everyone else fumbled about in an elbow-pumping hee-haw; it wasn’t that her coy smile and lingering look made you feel...