She must place her trust in this sly stranger who asks, above all, not to be trusted.
But to do that, Nirrim must surrender her old life. Sid tempts Nirrim to seek that magic for herself. Nirrim keeps her head down and a dangerous secret close to her chest.īut then she encounters Sid, a rakish traveler from far away who whispers rumors that the High Caste possesses magic.
You either follow the rules, or pay a tithe and suffer the consequences. People of her low status are forbidden from sampling sweets or wearing colors. Where Nirrim lives, crime abounds, a harsh tribunal rules, and society’s pleasures are reserved for the High Kith. OK?! TRUST ME NOW?! I’m sure you did, sorry…
I’ve had a shit day in the middle of quarantine so i’ve had a whole bottle of wine and a gimlet. Do you need to know what I drank? Yes? Ok fine, you expect a certain quality from me and you have every right.
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