Felan

Felan held up the paper, in the dim light seeing the sweat stains on it.

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These two, who with her and Felan had been the heart of the Night People, had no questions.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002

Provisions from Felan™s wife, the last he™d brought in the fat leather wallet they™d all come to look forward to seeing slung across the farmer™s shoulder.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002

Upon the map Felan noted the Qualinost Road, that artery connecting this rural part of the kingdom to the capital and places beyond.

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What they™d heard was that Felan™s wife had had no word of him.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002

Felan had to lock his knees to stay standing in place.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002

No one noticed, and Felan™s scream went on and on, far past the point where his voice turned to rags and blood choked him.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002

Felan and Bayel had sworn to find a dozen elves to join them, young men and women who had for more than a year now been chafing under the oppression of the foreign Knights.

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Like a glacier, the ice in his mind withdrew, and the elf Felan lay in the rushes on the tavern floor, blood trickling from the sides of his mouth, from his eyes, from his ears.

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Went into Felan™s mind to see if all he said was true.

The Lioness Berberick, Nancy Varian 2002