A New Fantasy Experience

Where the Winds Blow — Part 28

Cereal Authors

by Ruth Davis Hays 2016

Having made a swift retreat from Daviel’s room after a violent encounter, ‘Khiall locks himself away to deal with his confusion over the fervor.

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Alone in his monastic cell, D’harromarrie’khiall stared at his wobbly reflection in a polished brass washbasin. The Blessed Fathers did not allow the acolytes mirrors.

He stared most pointedly at his ears.  The tips had grown out after their last clipping, but were far from their full height even with the healing he had received from the Fathers. Cut and scarred ears had not be the area of concentration. The healing prayers had been for his life and the genital wound inflicted by Solomen.

Yet, as he placed the bowl down on the tiny wooden desk, he pondered the tugging connection between the two body parts. Both of which were still suffering a persistent throb from Daviel’s touch.

Years ago…

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