The dining room was empty

Today’s short extract is from The Herbalist’s Daughters – read more about that here

The dining room is empty at this hour and Aaron relaxes on a bench, his shoulders resting on the whitewashed, cool surface of the wall. The cold cuts have assuaged his hunger, and he lingers over his mug of local beer. The landlord was right – the beer is flavoursome as well as cooling. While his body yearns for sleep, Aaron’s mind dances with images of the day like thistledown in a breeze, and as hard to capt...