Sung Home: Chapter Forty Eight. {fiction}
Slowing down a bit as Victorio gained his feet, we cautiously wound our way eastward through an abandoned neighborhood, then south to the Makers' place.
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Sung Home: Chapter Forty Seven. {fiction}
I had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to think clearly, trying to remain rational. The Slavers weren’t going to kill another person I loved.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Six. {fiction}
All this time, I thought they had killed you. We even had a secret memorial service for you. How did you get away? Who are those people you’re with?
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Five. {fiction}
The entire party departed, heading north with their two original captives trotting behind the horses they were tied to in order to keep from being dragged.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Four. {fiction}
“We’re with you now, Lakshmi,” said Frank in a soft, soothing tone, “You can stay here while the rest of us go. We’ll pick you up on our way home."
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Three. {fiction}
The fire crackled and sparks flew into the air, as if going home to the stars, while Tochuku stared into the flames a few moments before continuing.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Two. {fiction}
As usual, we hunted, fished and gathered as the opportunity arose. We wanted to save most of the provisions we brought from home for trade.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty One. {fiction}
On the way home, Frank told us that he and Barbara and the rest of their council had spoken at length about our long-term relationship with them.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty. {fiction}
Their late summer garden bloomed gaily on the near side of their home site, along with a large corn patch, near the spring.
Sung Home: Chapter Thirty Nine. {fiction}
Noah had returned with our visitors, but not for long. The night before Victorio, Frank and I were to escort them back home, he called for our attention.