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The Roses of the Slaves

The Roses of the Slaves

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The Roses of the Slaves

Length:
46 pages
37 minutes
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Released:
Jun 23, 2017
ISBN:
9781370789573
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Book

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The air stank of roses. Nothing good came from roses, especially these.

Garnett kept one hand over his mouth to keep the pollen out. He would not give the Goddess Gyanyu a chance to capture him again.

Not after escaping all those years ago.

But there was no escape now, not with Xun leading them deeper into Gyanyu's territory and the High King's orders.

Towards the slaves of the roses.

Publisher:
Released:
Jun 23, 2017
ISBN:
9781370789573
Format:
Book

About the author

Meyari McFarland has been telling stories since she was a small child. Her stories range from SF and Fantasy adventures to Romances but they always feature strong characters who do what they think is right no matter what gets in their way. Her series range from Space Opera Romance in the Drath series to Epic Fantasy in the Mages of Tindiere world. Other series include Matriarchies of Muirin, the Clockwork Rift Steampunk mysteries, and the Tales of Unification urban fantasy stories, plus many more. You can find all of her work on MDR Publishing's website at www.MDR-Publishing.com.


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The Roses of the Slaves - Meyari McFarland

The Roses of the Slaves

By Meyari McFarland

Other Gods Above and Below Stories:

In Reading Order:

The Heat of the Thorn

Door in the Wind

Rising Sword of the Blue Flames

Silent Voyages of the Last Winter

Thief of the Moon

The Ice's Voyagers

First Snake of the Dwindling Ships

Kiss of the High King's Illusion

Living Beginning of the Storm

Other Books by Meyari McFarland:

Transplant of War

Running From The Immortals

Hearts of Magic

Triumph of the Artificer Mages

Artifacts of Awareness

City of the Dead

Repair and Rebuild

Storm Over Archaelaos

Coming Together

Facing the Storm

Following the Beacon

The Solace of Her Clan

Running Before The Storm

You can find these and many other books at www.MDR_Publishing.com.

Copyright ©2017 by Mary Raichle

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be emailed to publisher@mdr-publishing.com.

This book is also available in TPB format from all major retailers.

Dedication:

This story is dedicated to my husband, first and always.

Table of Contents

The Roses of the Slaves

Excerpt: Facing the Storm

Afterword

The Roses of the Slaves

The air stank of roses. Red, yellow, white, that streaked variety with cream at the tips and bloody scarlet at the core; sickening, all of them. Garnett kept one hand over his mouth as the others sniffed the air in delight. Even Xun had pulled down her scarf so that she could smell the roses more easily.

He was tempted to ask to wear her scarf so that he didn't have to smell them.

Nothing good came from roses, especially not these roses. He shouldn't have come. Not here. Not back 'home'. Honestly, he wouldn't have but that would have meant admitting that this was where he came from originally and that was something Garnett absolutely wouldn't do.

Roses lined the streets, in pots and tiny plots of land, tucked between street and foundation. They grew in every alley, along every flat rooftop. The road leading into town had been bracketed by fields filled with roses. The smell of them was so thick in the air that it made Garnett lightheaded. Disgusting damned things.

You allergic? Xun asked as they slowly walked from the inn they'd chosen towards the center of town where the scent was thickest. Your eyes are really red, Garnett.

I hate roses, Garnett snarled, his voice muffled by his firm grip over his nose and mouth. They stink like death.

Xun raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as she passed over one of her scarfs. One of the ones spelled to filter the air you breathed and keep you from being poisoned. Garnett snatched it out of

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