A Thief in the Night_2She sat up slowly and spat. It landed at his feet, just outside the bars, and the man laughed. Farya did not move or change expression, though it took just about all that she had. He was the only person she saw in this small, dry corner of the empty house they had made her prison, but she would sooner have remained alone. A day and two nights ago, her three hours had expired and Shadowfall had departed for the crew to regroup. Over and over, she heard Riivah’s warning in her mind; “Just don’t get captured out there. T’ain’t nothing on land for the likes of us.” And she had been captured, but Farya could not bring herself to feel any guilt through the hatred of this man who stood in front of her and smiled.
She hated the fine, long coats he wore, blue with brass buttons today, and the wide chest and straight back beneath. She hated his black half-cape trimmed with cloth-of-gold and the way he wore it, thrown back over one broad sh
A Thief in the Night_1The night was holding its breath. Nothing moved or made a sound save the gentle slap of tiny waves against the dark polished wood. The shore slid silently closer, watching them with a thousand glowing eyes reflected in the dark water. It was as if the world knew who they were and why they were here, slinking into port under cover of darkness. Farya shivered.
“Captain.” Only the stifling influence of the world around her held the woman back from jumping in surprise. She turned to Riivah and craned her neck upward as her tall first mate halted before the rail. Farya could see no more than a huge dark form in the twilight, but she knew his bulging arms, his dark, closely shaved head, and the solid line of his massive jaw with its drooping mustachios as well as she knew her ship and her very self.
“First mate.” Father, she might just as easily have said. Riivah had raised her from almost a babe and taught her everything he knew about the sea for the full twenty-two
A Few Weeks in SummerA few weeks in summer
And a promise unspoken;
But here we are in Autumn's chill
And with dawn the whispers fade.
The rising sun is not as real
As that night's returning shade.
Winter couldn't freeze this well
That still spills over beyond help
But from this day I'll never tell
The tale of the night I sold myself
To taste your kiss but briefly
And forget my heart was broken,
If only for a night in summer
And promises unspoken.