Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy

If she had only planned ahead, she could have blamed it on Cilarni. Dobca drummed her heels against the wooden bench and glared at the cell’s stone floor. She could have said the magician had asked her to buy the poisonous herbs, or that he’d tricked her, or that she’d been sleepwalking, or… anything would have been better than just blurting out the truth. Not that trying to kill her brother was new, it just wasn’t very professional to cave in at the first stern look. She was nine, almost ten, and she still hadn’t managed to even get him sick! At this rate Cousin Jenni would be rid of both of them before she even got started…

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