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282 pages, Paperback
First published July 11, 2021
"All this talk of silver balls. I had something made for you." He extended his palm and she saw he was holding a ring.
She picked it up curious. It was fashioned out of polished silver metal, and an almost perfectly round, silver piece of druk was set into it.
He took it back and put it on one of her fingers. . . They weren't the original silver ball carriers, but somehow, for some reason, giving rings was a tradition for those people.
Cal must have felt the urge and decided to indulge it. . .
"Yes," she said.
"Yes, what?" He smiled even as his forehead wrinkled in confusion.
"I don't know. Yes to all this . . . "
"Yes works for me."
“I’m Fynian. There aren’t a lot of us, and we help each other. This is a rough place. With the solar flares, we have no mobile comms and the weather is dangerous. I wouldn’t leave anyone out here alone, but certainly not someone who’s under attack by strangers and who’s genuinely got the interests of the pods at heart.”