Song of Scent and Magic by Maggie Alabaster EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Maggie Alabaster
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KHALA
Dawn came hard and fast.
Too fast. It always does on nights you wish would last
forever.
“This is bullshit,” I signed to Tyla. All right, not precisely that. The
Silent Maiden’s hand language didn’t include a word for shit. Or bull, really.
The literal translation was, ‘male cattle feces.’ Close enough.
Tyla grinned and signed back her agreement; gestures that loosely
meant morning could go and fuck itself.
I started to laugh, but choked it back as one of the priestesses slid past
the door on nearly soundless feet.
Geralda stopped to scowl at us. Her disapproving gaze lingered longer
on me before she moved on.
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When I first arrived in the Temple of the Goddess Breia, in Ebonfalls, I
was terrified of her. We all were. For the first year.
After that, we realised her default facial expression was ‘recently
sucked lemon’ and we learned to— Not ignore her, but we weren’t as
intimidated. Not of her glare anyway. She was quick to use the strap on any
maiden if she caught us doing something she disapproved of.
Yes, I felt the sting of the leather often enough.
I pulled a face at Tyla and straightened my white, cotton dress. Not
wanting to crumble the fabric by sitting down on my bed, I slipped my feet
into white leather sandals and crouched carefully to tighten the straps.
“Do you think they’ll let us wear another colour?” Tyla signed. “Once
we leave here, I mean.”
I straightened my slender silver choker, settling the amethyst pendant
which dangled from the front of it, at my throat. The purple gem was the
only colour we were allowed. We were never permitted to take it off.
Couldn’t take it off. There was no clasp. No beginning or end. The choker
was wide enough to comfortably fit around my neck, but not over my head.
Some of the maidens referred to them as a collar. Others called it a
noose.
I looked into the tiny mirror on the wall as I touched my choker with my
fingertips. The amethyst winked at me in the light of the candle which
burned on top of the dresser.
I turned back to Tyla. Like me, she was dressed from head to toe in
white, her own choker around her slender throat. Where I had wheat-gold
hair and blue eyes, she had dark hair and brown eyes like melted chocolate.
Where my hair was straight, hers curled in soft waves.
“You want to dress all in purple?” I signed teasingly. “Or black?”
She shuddered. “Do I look like a Fae to you?”
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