A ‘Drabble’ The Tull Desert was neutral territory; the rebels knew its every rock. Fing felt comfortable enough meeting there, especially as his forces were holding Prince Quorda hostage back in Phemmerr. Feiveen and his men were already waiting. “Name your price, rebel,” he declared, shattered. “We demand full independence from Kuvuk.” “So be it. … Continue reading A dozen beauties