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- Herausgeber: WaywardScribe Press
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
(Previously published as “Legends of Lasniniar: A Solstice Tale” by Jacquelyn Smith.)
Solstice Eve. An unexpected side trip. Barlo and Iarion find themselves looking for a room in the human city of Nal Huraseadro to take shelter from the snow.
During their journey, Barlo only seeks the answer to one question. What did his elf friend get him for Solstice? His endless guesses border on harassment. Iarion refuses to budge.
Despite the approaching holiday, not all remains peaceful in the city.
...And Iarion’s present soon becomes the furthest thing from Barlo’s mind.
A stand-alone story from the Legends of Lasniniar fantasy series by the author of the Fatal Empire series, Jacquelyn Smith. If you love a lighthearted holiday misadventure, grab this book. (This adventure takes place between the prologue and first chapter of the World of Lasniniar novel Storm Rider.)
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
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A SOLSTICE TALE
A LEGENDS OF LASNINIAR SHORT
JACQUELYN SMITH
WAYWARDSCRIBE PRESS
A Solstice Tale: A Legends of Lasniniar Short
Copyright © 2023 Jacquelyn Smith
Published by WaywardScribe Press
First published in December, 2013 as “Legends of Lasniniar: A Solstice Tale”
Cover and layout copyright © Jacquelyn Smith
Cover design by Jacquelyn Smith/WaywardScribe Press
Cover art copyright © Cobalt88, EllerslieArt/Dreamstime
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.
CONTENTS
A Solstice Tale
Father Solstice
About Jacquelyn Smith
A SOLSTICE TALE
“Is it a new pair of boots?” Barlo asked as he walked at Iarion’s side, taking two strides for every one of the elf’s as they traveled along the snow-dusted road.
Sinstari trotted after them on large, silent paws. The wildcat’s green eyes surveyed the northern countryside, his tufted ears alert and his whiskers twitching, a ghostly, charcoal shadow in the swirling snow.
“Nope,” Iarion said, his expression bland.
Barlo sighed, his breath streaming from his lips in a steady plume. He tugged at his graying, brown beard in frustration. “I’ve been guessing for the better part of an hour now! Would you even tell me if I got it right?”
Iarion paused for a moment as if considering before giving his dwarven friend a sidelong glance with golden-flecked, sapphire eyes.
“Probably not.”
“Well that’s hardly fair! I would tell you, if you guessed your Solstice gift. You haven’t even bothered trying.”
Iarion shook his head. “That’s because it’s supposed to be a surprise.”
Barlo frowned. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, who made you the boss of Solstice?”
Iarion gave him a long-suffering look. “The elves did invent the holiday, you know.”
“It’s hardly my fault the dwarves were born later. I’m sure we would have thought of it ourselves. Celebrating the longest night of the year isn’t exactly specific to the elves, or even that creative, for that matter.” Barlo snorted.
Iarion’s eyes rolled heavenward. “One more day,” he said in an effort to console himself. “Just one more day. Then all this endless harassment will be over.”
“I wonder what Solstice will be like in Nal Huraseadro,” Barlo mused. “I’ve never spent the holiday among humans before. The snow has really slowed us down. I would usually be at Dwarfhaven by now.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” Iarion said as they passed the city gates.
The guards gave them a cursory glance before waving them through. In other times, the city’s security hadn’t been as casual, but Lasniniar had been at peace for over forty years since the fall of Saviadro.
“Are Narilga and the children disappointed you won’t be home with them?” the elf asked.
“No, they know we’ll celebrate when I get back. Besides, I usually find all the best presents for them on this trip.”
