Bookshops & Bonedust (Legends & Lattes, #0)

by Travis Baldree

the full weight of the sun fe...

dunes that climbed

the first person Viv saw was another orc.

salt-blasted wood

Then a bookshop of some sort.

streaked with nothing but the memory of a color.

THISTLEBURR BOOKSELLERS.

Tourists? Haha

Viv burned hot,

SEA-SONG BAKERY

dwarf

Pa had always told her that hunger could be cured with sweat, one way or the other.

the sand-washed road.

vacationers.

So there are tourists.

The orc

The shadow of a grin.

Highlark.”

“Pitts,”

“Eight hells,”

Haha a simple curse. Always eight or merely plural. 76 times here, which I think is a bit excessive, and 26 in Legends and Lattes.

Haha

the stillness itched at her

Question

sword forms,

a plume of sand and profanity.

Varine.

a tapenti.

scaly hood

rattle-like braids

Gatew...

haha

Viv’s skin crawled in a hot flush,

little girls hauling swords around promise to be noisy.

Highlark

Haha

The interior smelled

of old paper, mildew, and disappointment—

Haha

disappearing under a landslide of old words.

the Eight,

the Eight Hells.

strange, barking hoot

a dog barking underwater.

Haha simile of an imagined sound.

“Potroast,

rattkin

The absurdity of the situation had scrubbed away the last traces of her raw fury

She was almost embarrassed to be carrying the sword now, which was weird.

eyes the size of grapefruits,

but here we are.”

“Fern,

Haha

Haha

measuring out her weight in words.