The First Binding (Tales of Tremaine #1)

by R.R. Virdi

Books deserved as much care as a man could offer,

My place of dreams and where I could run errant and free in worlds not bound by my birth, caste, and the crushing weight of the opinions of others who never cared to know me better than what they saw me as.

For some of us, the only true safety we have is in our dreams.

Kindness is freely given, without the want of reciprocation, let, obligation, or lien.

“He who asks, comes to know. He who knows, knows to ask. And the one who thinks he knows, never asks

enough, and so he never knows when to ask. Thus the man only asks for trouble.”

The door of stone and iron remained as fixed and firm as before.

With their true stories and true individual names, one might have better understanding of their natures and why they do the things they are rumored to.”

Ruma, who’d grown too restless to stay in place, even if for a night, to trade and tell stories.

The tinkers came from a split where they could never sit still. So they took to wagons and roaming the world, the stars and skies their blankets. Grass their beds when they couldn’t find enough room in their wagons.

My stare intensified and I could feel my eyes smoldering. Neither of them noticed. Neither cared.

“High, oh high, on the mountaintop high, oh high, where earth kisses sky onward he climbed, and would not stop, high, oh high, our savior climbed; “he roared to the serpent, and challenged the beast, high, oh high, our savior climbed, he screamed to the heavens, hear, oh hear, our savior’s cry, “he lured the serpent, up to the clouds, where the man met a monster, and a god was bowed. “High, oh high, up in the snow, where the mountain rises and kisses the sky, did our hero bind heaven, and it heard his cry. “High, oh high, up in the snow, did our hero bind heaven, and bring down the mountain // low!”