To Storm Heaven - Esther Friesner
Prologue
“DEATH!” OLD SE’AR MOANED, writhing in pain on her pallet. “Ay me, death is coming!” “Hush, you’re ill. Lie quietly,” the maiden soothed, kneeling on the hard floor of beaten earth. “You must save your strength if you want to get well, Mother Se’ar, you know that.” “Well…” The old woman repeated the word as if it were one of the local oberyin’s magical healing chants. She shook her head. “Do not lead me astray with false hopes, child. I am old. I know what I know; and I have always ...