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"Heart of the Raven" by J.C. WilderSold into slavery to an Overseer of the Realm, Dani is determined to win her freedom and make sure her heart is possessed by no man.For Haaken, time is running out. A family curse already condemns him to the form of the Raven and when he can find the one woman meant for him, only then will he be free.Too bad for both of them that this woman is determined to belong to no one..."Fly With A Dragon" by Rosemary LaureyA virgin sacrifice, a not-so ravening dragon and a happy ever after.Selected as the virgin sacrifice to the ravening dragon, Myfanwy awaits as Arragh, the fiery Dragon of Calder Bala, approaches across the sacred grove.But Arragh comes not to destroy. Instead he carries Myfanwy off to his domain in the far mountains, and a fate far, far better than death.This book has been previously published
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By J. C. Wilder Rosemary Laurey
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.Copyright © 2002 J. C. Wilder & Rosemary Laurey
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Chapter OneExcerpt from "Heart of the Raven" by J. C. Wilder
Dani reached into the wagon and pushed the heap of smelly blankets aside. As soon as the weather warmed, she'd have to wash the blankets and clothes. Until then they'd just have to stay dirty. It's not as if the men ever noticed anyway. She located a pottery flask of ale in the back of the wagon. With short mincing steps, she walked to her father, doing her best to avoid Knot and Dar.
"'Bout time." He snatched the flask from her grip. "You're as slow as a Sladerian sloth and twice as ugly. Get out of my sight," he snarled. "I don't want to see your face before morn. Do ye hear, girl?"
Dani scrambled back toward the wagon, the chain hampering her, and she received a sharp pinch on her buttock that sent her stumbling. She shot Knot an evil glare as she made her way back to the wagon. Grabbing her meager bedroll from the back, she slipped under the wagon into the dubious safety offered between its wheels.
She unfolded a small grass mat and placed it on the cold, hard ground. Sitting up with her back against the wheel, she tucked her knees tightly to her chest as she wrapped a shabby blanket around herself. The blanket was too small and threadbare to do much but every little bit helped.
Weary, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The noise of the men around the fire slurping ale and expelling noxious gases from their back ends faded as another scene, a favored scene, took shape in her mind's eye.
She sat at a massive dining table laden with every type of food imaginable. Stuffed pheasant, smoked fish, and freshly roasted fowl resided in massive troughs. Bowls of spring greens cooked with pork and onion sat next to a towering arrangement of fresh fruits. Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled. She was so hungry it was all she could do to not throw herself face first into the feast.
Dani reached out for a hunk of steaming hot bread and caught sight of her arm. Encrusted dirt turned her pale skin to a dark brown. Ashamed of her dirty clothes and body, she pulled her arm back as a hooded servant approached.
"No, miss. You cannot have any food until you submit."
She cocked her head. "Submit to what?"
"To him." He gestured behind her. "Submit to him and your heart will be full as well as your belly."
Dani turned to see a massive raven perched on a windowsill. Its intelligent black eyes regarded her for a moment, then its beak parted with a wild screech. She shivered, afraid yet curious at this new development. Why would the servant want her to submit to a bird?
Excerpt from "Fly With A Dragon" by Rosemary Laurey
It was too late for prayers or petitions. She was alone. Deserted. The others fled, abandoning her at the first rumble like distant thunder.
Myfanwy gathered the last shreds of her courage and suppressed the shivers of fear. She couldn't run. Stout ropes bound her to the sacred oak. Shoulders back and her chin up, she waited for the approaching dragon. He would not see her terror. She would die with the courage befitting her father's daughter. But despite all her resolve, her mouth gaped and a soft gasp of surprise escaped her dry throat at her first sight of the ravager.
He stood upright, not crawling like a worm but standing erect and striding towards her like a man but one look told her he was not a man. The dragon stopped a little more than an armslength from where she waited, bound tight and terrified.
He was taller than her brothers and broader in the chest than her father and his pale gray skin gleamed in the twilight. He said nothing for several long minutes, just stood not quite close enough to touch her and let his green eyes gaze from her face to her bare feet and back to meet her eyes, catching then with an intensity made her shiver against her will.
"So," the dragon's voice was warm and rich and intoxicating as a tankard of aged mead, "you are the sacrifice prepared for me."
She held herself tall as anyone could tied to a tree, and replied "I am Myfanwy, daughter of ..."
"Harwed Rees, the village chieftain," he finished for her, his strange wide, gray lips curling in a twisted half-smile. "Could they find no other to offer me, that the chief's own daughter stands here? Or did your father think to placate me with his own offspring?"
Myfanwy suppressed a shudder. Willing herself to show no weakness to this terror, she let the rough trunk of the tree support her weakening legs. Not that she could have run if she'd chosen. They'd used the finest ropes the weavers could provide. The tight flax cut into her arms and thighs, roughing her waist through the thin shift which was all they permitted her to wear. She was helpless and the next best thing to naked and the scourge of the countryside stood an armslength away.
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