The world of Eldragor balances on a knives edge. The tenuous peace that has lasted for over a century has begun to evaporate as whispers of war begin to spread.
“Pack your things, sister dear. It seems you've been bought.”
Thana placed the ruby-red gova fruit into the bowl on the wooden table with a thunk. Confusion filled her eyes as she looked up at her older sister. Enida stared back at her, smugly, with hands on her hips.
“What?” Thana whispered as she placed a hand on her chest.
Each breath struggled for freedom from her lungs. She licked her lips nervously as her older sister's eyes darkened with mirth. Enida laughed . . .
