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The Brothel: Background Materials for The Snowy-Haired Maiden

When entering a brothel, the woman signs a contract stating that she's the property of the brothel owner for a certain term of service (5 years, typically.) She receives no money until she leaves at the end of her contract, is fired, or the owner agrees to let her go early. The house, of course, takes a cut of what customers pay, and puts the rest into an account for her. However, she immediately and continuously incurs debt to the house. Fees for her training, room, clothing

History of the Realm: Background Materials for The Snowy-Haired Raven

Five countries once occupied the continent of Mirubyd: Darvington, Norrington, Langerwyn, Lochlands, and Kalinya. Hundreds of years ago, Darvington, Langerwyn, and Norrington—the northernmost countries—were populated almost entirely by fair-skinned people with mostly brown or red hair. The people of Lochlands, directly south of Langerwyn, were a mixture of fair and olive-skinned people, growing generally darker toward the south. The people of Kalinya, which includes the south

Chapter One: The Snowy-Haired Maiden

Analore risked a peek over the top of a barrel, ensuring that the brothel guard still searched the marketplace throng and hadn't seen her duck inside the fruit stall. She shivered in the chill morning breeze, which was fragranced with fruit and spice. Her eyes shot a desperate plea to the dark-skinned woman who’d stopped arranging her baskets and stared at her with fear and condemnation. The unplaited white-blond hair, skin unmarked by the sun, and low neckline revealed just

Read an Excerpt: Traveler Hunted

Traveler Hunted will be the third book in the Song of the Traveler series. CHAPTER 3 The discordant emergency summons clanged through all of Oolos. Jarred by it, Eosin and his classmates rushed down the stairs to the common room of the Healers’ Hall. Heart pounding in his head, he scanned the room for Dedra and the other adherents of the Order of Spirit and saw the backs of their pink robes streaming out the front door. “What do you suppose it is?” Iallo asked, out of breat

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