The Voyages of Trueblood Cay by Suanne Laqueur

Author:Suanne Laqueur [Laqueur, Suanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Suanne Laqueur
Published: 2019-01-19T01:27:14+00:00

Since his moonstone was confiscated, Fen had been coming to the crypt to practice walking. The pews and rails and columns gave him plenty to lean on. The late hour ensured privacy.

When Trueblood came in, Fen’s first reaction was to be annoyed at the interruption. He was in no shape to quickly skulk away, so he backed into a recessed alcove and went statue-still. This wouldn’t be long. The kepten would light a candle, leave a flower, pass a moment of silence and leave.

But he stayed. This wasn’t a token payment of respects, this was a man trying to withdraw emotional currency from a vault forever closed to him. At first, Fen was embarrassed by the feverish muttering. But as it grew in volume and despair, the chagrin morphed to a strange affinity. When an apple went flying between two columns and Trueblood’s voice echoed off tombs—“You said you’d always be with me!”—Fen nearly died. He recognized the lament. He had one just like it in his heart. Wearing slightly different clothes but the same bones beneath flayed skin:

Where did you go?

Why did you forsake me?

Why did you abandon me?

Don’t you love me anymore?

A seed of revelation put a tentative root in the rocky soil of Fen’s heart.

He and Trueblood weren’t so different.

The Horselord was accurate in saying Fen had always done things the hard way.

He could try another way.

He could pay witness to Trueblood’s grief and show he understood. He could give something to the future instead of taking revenge on the past.

He could if he wanted to.

If he were willing.

He took a few slow, silent steps. He braced a shoulder against a column and bent to pick up the apple. Righting himself, his rings clattered against stone. Trueblood whipped his head around and saw him.

Shit.

As they stared, Fen frantically tried to take the tiny root and its one fragile leaf and put it into an overture. I’m sorry seemed a good place to start, and he was about to say it when Trueblood spoke first.

“What the fuck are you staring at, man?”

The emphasized word cut deep. After Trueblood stormed out, Fen dropped the apple, picked up the implied insult and used its sharp edge to sever all his fascination to this fucking sailor.

The fascination was back as soon as he saw Trueblood smile at breakfast.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.