Taste"I should kill you, really," I told him, "for threatening my child, but there's enough blood in my house already and I have nowhere to dispose of the body. I will, however, settle for never seeing your face again." I pulled my dagger from his knee, opened the door and shoved him down the steps.
"Don't come back, Harper," I warned. "Or I will break my vow to never take a human life and kill you on the spot."
An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from the threshold and quietly closing the door.
My hand was warm and sticky, my brother's blood dripping from the weapon I held to puddle on the tile. Outside, it began to rain.
I began to shake faintly, the single-minded fury of protecting Tayla fading. I felt numb and disconnected. The hands on my hips turned me; one of them lifted to smooth hair out of my eyes.
A blue gaze met mine, concerned. Slowly, the rest of the face became clear.
"Where's Tayla?" I croaked. My throat was tight. "I sent her to you."
"I told her
Leonorah's Journal no.11Last Moon of Dimus; Leven's Keep Library
Jerilyn's wedding party is just waning down, but all the excitement and the minor amount of drinking I partook in against my will have me exhausted. My mind is so heavy and my eyelids even heavier. Even so, I simply must get the night's events out on paper before I forget them.
Trisilla spent the few days before the wedding scurrying around and nosing her way into every aspect of the event. She and Ardra bicker tirelessly and I often escape to the Musicians' House as refuge. I will not be upset when I see my bigot of an aunt sent back to Salts where she came from. I have stolen my room back from her while she's still bouting and drinking at the party. However, Tris did a marvelous job finishing our gowns and adding the necessary additions of flair to the bodices.
The only thing worse than Aunt Tris is my new grandmother, Lady Tallis. Nevilde Tallis is a formidable woman, frightening at best. She wears her white-blonde hair in a severe bun at the
Leonorah's Journal no.9The Musician's House; Late Dimus
Xander returned many evenings ago, but I've yet to even see his face--I don't believe I could bear it at the moment. I'm torn between wanting to slice his face with my fans and wanting to kiss him. I believe I shall do neither until I have the heart to think thoroughly.
That's part of why I'm here in the Musician's House. Apart from the library, this is practically my home in Leven's Keep. The Il Capi founded it out of an old inn and now teach music here. It is where Llyn first instructed me to dance and where I read Darren's hastily scrawled scores. It is here that Kevhend originally taught me to read and sing off of paper. I could never imagine music living anywhere else. Darren takes good care of me here while Jerilyn and Ardra are away in Salts, receiving Jerilyn's elder sister, Trisilla. I haven't seen Aunt Tris since I was a small girl, but I remember she was always quite nice to m