Jared Millet's Blog, page 13
March 31, 2010
Witch's Cross
by Jared Millet
Triss stood shaking amidst the hubbub of the Vanji encampment and felt that she was about to lose her mind. She couldn't see past the crush of wagons and the brightly-colored pavilions, yet she felt certain that at any moment Baron Galcek's mercenaries would crest the southern hills and sweep her back into captivity. A troop of Vanji had smuggled her away, but upon reaching the east-west road at the edge of the Baron's fiefdom the caravan had pulled to a halt and thrown her o...
Triss stood shaking amidst the hubbub of the Vanji encampment and felt that she was about to lose her mind. She couldn't see past the crush of wagons and the brightly-colored pavilions, yet she felt certain that at any moment Baron Galcek's mercenaries would crest the southern hills and sweep her back into captivity. A troop of Vanji had smuggled her away, but upon reaching the east-west road at the edge of the Baron's fiefdom the caravan had pulled to a halt and thrown her o...
