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Alaya, the High Princess of all Rallia, heir to the Opal Throne, slumped onto the bench, bored out of her skull. This had to be, beyond a doubt, the longest lecture her mother had ever given. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, willing herself to pay attention. After all, she would need to know this some day. Probably. Maybe. She glanced through lowered lashes sideways, catching Larina’s eye. Larina stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes back into her head. Alaya bit back a gigg...

I was still a young man when I stepped off the train, hat in one hand, suitcase in the other. My hair and beard were still gingery, and my chin was as yet firm. Meadowsville surprised me, raised as I was in the hub of Boston. No horses clattered down the main street of Meadowsville. No venders called their wares. The air smelled not of human bodies, but of corn and prairie. The golden light of late afternoon bathed the row of shops facing the main street and the two side streets lined wi...

I was still a young man when I stepped off the train, hat in one hand, suitcase in the other. My hair and beard were still gingery, and my chin was as yet firm. Meadowsville surprised me, raised as I was in the hub of Boston. No horses clattered down the main street of Meadowsville. No venders called their wares. The air smelled not of human bodies, but of corn and prairie. The golden light of late afternoon bathed the row of shops facing the main street and the two side streets lined wi...

Alaya settled into her desk and crossed her legs. She glanced over at Larina with one eyebrow raised and scuffed the bottom of her boot over the thick rug in the classroom. “Any ideas about what we’re doing today?” “More of the same?” Larina guessed. She tucked a lock of dark hair over her shoulder. Alaya groaned and glanced out the window. “It’s too beautiful out there to be stuck in here,” she said, turning back to Larina. “Alaya,” Larina said in a mock severe tone, wagging a disapproving f...

Alaya settled into her desk and crossed her legs. She glanced over at Larina with one eyebrow raised and scuffed the bottom of her boot over the thick rug in the classroom. “Any ideas about what we’re doing today?” “More of the same?” Larina guessed as she pushed a lock of rich black hair behind her ear. “Shields, probably.” Alaya groaned and glanced out the window. “It’s too pretty to be stuck indoors for lessons,” she said, turning back to Larina. “Alaya,” Larina said, wagging a disapprovin...