FIORIE AND KROORRIJK
PROLOGUE
The silence as the wagon wheels ceased to creek pulled Fiorie to consciousness. She willed her mind to drift into a pleasant state of dream, her body growing soft. Long years of practice had made this response to awaking in the midst of unknown dangers automatic.
Her handler was talking to someone. The new voice was in a sharp sounding Vexra, the tongue shared by all feral races. She presumed the owner of the voice to be one of the Kalutai, the t. . .
FIORIE AND KROORRIJK
PROLOGUE
The silence as the wagon wheels ceased to creek pulled Fiorie to consciousness. She willed her mind to drift into a pleasant state of dream, her body growing soft. Long years of practice had made this response to awaking in the midst of unknown dangers automatic.
Her handler was talking to someone. The new voice was in a sharp sounding Vexra, the tongue shared by all feral races. She presumed the owner of the voice to be one of the Kalutai, the t. . .
