Brys

To get back to the original article and its mention of Canadian versions, look a little further south to northern Michigan where two ex-patriot South Africans are turning out quite Loire-like – and cleanly made – versions of the grape: the Brys Estate and Two Lads Winery.

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Wistan was making little noise, and for that Brys was grateful; the last thing he needed was the distraction of a baby crying under his chin.

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One instant she was sitting by the fire, cradling her son in peace; the next they were beset by creatures out of some hellish story, and Aubry was screaming and Brys swearing as he yanked out his sword, and she was too panicked to move.

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Brys swore inwardly on seeing them, irritated but not surprised.

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Brys was right between them, sword drawn and ready, before Odosse understood what had happened.

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The raw terror in them made Brys bite his tongue to keep still.

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They saw no other travelers, and Brys kept his bow strung and close to hand, for no one but the desperate would be abroad so far from any town.

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She bit her lip, and for a moment Brys thought she would deny knowing anything, but after a long hesitation she nodded.

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While the dog ate, Brys wiped his hands on his thighs and went back to chopping wood.

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The village solaros burst out of a crooked street to his left and ran down the hill toward the gate, moving with a speed that Brys would never have guessed the old man could manage.

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