Blood Flows Deep in the Empire
“When Ismini finally woke, she found herself in the most comfortable bed she’d ever been in. The sheets felt like clouds against her skin. The mattress, or whatever it was, could have made memory foam jealous.
Not that it was enough to push back the intense nausea churning in her stomach or her pounding headache.
Blinking, she glanced around and tried to process what she saw. The bed was huge and had an ornate, stone canopy with curtains that hung down and moved like beautiful smoke. They reminded her of the cream-colored dress Nylicia always wore. She shifted and her hand bumped into something next to her. One turn of her head brought her face to face with her sock monkey.
No, this wasn’t her sock monkey. Not her old one anyway.
This was a brand new one, sitting next to her pillow and smiling down at her with his big, red mouth. On the nightstand, Ismini spotted her favorite sweater, a picture frame holding a snapshot of Evesse, Soleria and herself, and her favorite books, amongst a f...ew other things.MoreLess
Not that it was enough to push back the intense nausea churning in her stomach or her pounding headache.
Blinking, she glanced around and tried to process what she saw. The bed was huge and had an ornate, stone canopy with curtains that hung down and moved like beautiful smoke. They reminded her of the cream-colored dress Nylicia always wore. She shifted and her hand bumped into something next to her. One turn of her head brought her face to face with her sock monkey.
No, this wasn’t her sock monkey. Not her old one anyway.
This was a brand new one, sitting next to her pillow and smiling down at her with his big, red mouth. On the nightstand, Ismini spotted her favorite sweater, a picture frame holding a snapshot of Evesse, Soleria and herself, and her favorite books, amongst a f...ew other things.MoreLess
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