Grace

Things are happening in Ruma. Come check it out, and please let me know what you think. This is the last "pre-written" chapter that I have. After this, I'm still struggling to figure out final plots and how everything is supposed to fit together. Stories are like puzzles, and sometimes I feel as if I'm missing a few pieces! :) Anyway, here's a sneak preview of what is going on:

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“Fifteen gold,” the merchant said quickly.

“Fifteen? I buy my slaves for less than that,” Lady Ricald said disdainfully. “Eight.”

Zoe clenched her fist at the mention of slaves and found that she immediately disliked Lady Ricald strongly and intensely. She shot a quick glance at the little girl who stood at the lady’s side. Zoe suddenly noticed the poor quality of the brown shift the child wore and after comparing it to the long, well-made garment Lady Ricald was attired in, she concluded that the little girl was a slave.

Rage, strong and uncontrollable as a gale, blew through Zoe and she stalked forward. She did not know what she was doing, nor did she care; the depth of the fury that had suddenly sparked to life stunned her but she did not slow to analyze it. She was a mere pace from Lady Ricald when the slave girl turned her head to look at a neighboring fruit stall. Zoe glimpsed the girl’s sad, delicate profile and froze with shock.

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So, there you have it. Are you curious? Go read it, then!