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    Goblin Gems: Tales of Turin, #2
    Goblin Gems: Tales of Turin, #2
    Goblin Gems: Tales of Turin, #2
    Ebook86 pages1 hourTales of Turin

    Goblin Gems: Tales of Turin, #2

    By A.L. Davroe

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    Soraya has lived her life as a pampered Haraki Hexen. She's smart, beautiful, talented, and is content traveling with her family and friends all over Turin. But, when she learns that those in her caravan are ready to retire and move to the city, she's left on her own. When she eventually seeks them out again, she can't find them. Instead, she meets the mysterious Kir who divulges that the Haraki are being targeted by slavers. Certain that her friends have either been captured or are in danger, Soraya agrees to help Kir uncover and defeat the underground slaving operation in Turin. They're about to uncover more than they expected...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNight Hunter Press
    Release dateOct 1, 2021
    ISBN9798201939533
    Goblin Gems: Tales of Turin, #2
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    A.L. Davroe

    A.L. Davroe writes adult and young adult speculative fiction in various popular genres such as science fiction, fantasy, horror, and paranormal romance.

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      Goblin Gems - A.L. Davroe

      Goblin Gems

      A Tales of Turin Novelette #2

      A.L. Davroe

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      Night Hunter Press

      Copyright © 2021 by A.L. Davroe

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the publisher.

      No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

      Night Hunter Press

      New Britain, CT 06053

      Edited by Ink it Out Editing Services

      Interior design by A.L. Davroe

      Cover design by Stella Price, Covers by Stella

      Contents

      1. Chapter 1

      2. Chapter 2

      3. Chapter 3

      4. Chapter 4

      5. Chapter 5

      6. Chapter 6

      7. Chapter 7

      8. Chapter 8

      9. Chapter 9

      10. Chapter 10

      11. Chapter 11

      12. Chapter 12

      13. Chapter 13

      14. Chapter 14

      15. Chapter 15

      Haraki Gender Neutral Pronouns:

      Valdun - a gender neutral being

      Valduni - familial title for gender neutral being

      Valis- his/hers/theirs

      Vali- him/her/them

      Val-he/she/they

      Chapter one

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      The ocean was vast and glistening azure on white sand. Soraya could see all the way out to corals that teemed with brightly-colored fish. She took a deep breath, holding the warm brine in her lungs before slowly letting it out. A gentle breeze tugged at her gauzy clothing and made the palm fronds above her slither.

      Are you just going to sit there and make us do all the work? Gohar demanded.

      She cut her eyes at her brother who was staring at her from over the back of a piebald pony. I am now.

      He frowned at her but went back to adjusting the harness. She returned to lounging on the sunbaked sand. It wasn’t as if she was lazy. She just had what she considered a healthy rebellious streak. Soraya certainly pulled her own weight in the caravan—more than was asked of her, but she did things her own way and in her own time. If anything she did was questioned, if people came to expect her to do things, or if she was prompted beyond a kind request, she’d dig in her heels and it wasn’t likely to be done at all.

      Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath. It was nice here, she liked it.

      Gohar’s voice again. I’m serious.

      The breath escaped her, annoyed. Would it kill you to ask nicely?

      Come on, Raya, the flies are fucking awful and my skin’s going to burn off.

      Sighing, she lifted her straw hat from where she’d plopped it between some seagrass so it wouldn’t blow away and stood. Fine. From where she was on the top of a dune she could see the other members of their party. Ula was rolling up mats, Abrik was consulting a map, and Jacinth was packing boxes into the back of a wagon.

      She perched her hat on her sable hair and held up her hands. Her energy was warm, close, ready. Grandmother had taught her that she was a walking tree, each step required her to root herself. She was in constant communion, always pulling from the soil. She felt that energy consistently like sparklers in her veins. She directed that energy with intent, whispering a few choice words of power under her breath.

      The words were old, secret, special—passed down from generation to generation among the Haraki Hexen for as long as they could remember. She brought heat to the sand, burning it red-white to liquid. She twisted her fingers, molding and shaping while she breathed more secret words. She took the heat. And when she was done a dozen glass thought-forms stood gaunt and glinting before her.

      She wrinkled her nose. Droplet feet and featureless heads but delicately formed hands and fingers. Not her best work but they’d do for what they’d been temporarily summoned for. She’d only really given much mind to their function, after all. Lifting a hand, she waved it toward the half broken down camp. Go pack us up. And don’t scare the horses.

      The glass forms turned, their crystalline bodies catching sunlight and transforming it into rainbows before thumping off in various directions. They moved like slow pulled taffy. She crossed her arms, watching with squinted eyes against their glare as they crowded her companions away from their tasks and set to it themselves—more quickly and efficiently as they were of one mind—her mind.

      In minutes they were done and Soraya was breaking them back down into their simple components—returning them to the earth she’d borrowed them from. She looked to Gohar. There. Are you happy?

      Immensely, he replied, his tone matching hers. Come, we’ll miss the market.

      Gods forfend, she muttered under her breath as she half-slid, half-stepped down from the dune. When she came level with him, he turned and she kept pace. You’re spoiled, you know this?

      He shrugged.

      It wouldn’t hurt you to get some sun. She grasped his wrist and examined his bare arm. You’re taking on the color of spoiled coffee milk. How does Abrik find you appealing?

      He pulled his arm away. He finds me well enough.

      She smirked at him. In the wagons, among the horses, last night behind the dunes…

      Shoving her playfully, he said, Don’t be jealous.

      I’m not, she lied. It wasn’t as though she had feelings for Abrik. Rather, she was jealous that her brother had someone. Gohar had Abrik. And now that Ula and Jacinth had finally admitted to themselves that their constant arguing and teasing meant they had a carnal attraction for each other, Soraya

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