“Correagal is a city of bridges. One hundred and twenty-seven of them, on most days,…” Learn more about this storytelling project and the people behind it here.
Head spinning, heart aching, Tierce swayed on his feet in middle of the Bridge of Blades, unable to stop the maelstrom of conflicting emotions that assaulted him. For the first time since he came to Corregal, he wished that he’d never met Sieur Eristan, because then he never would have met his beautiful daughter, who never would be, never could be, his. He wished he’d never come to Corregal at all.
Everything hurt, but that was all right. She’d earned it. Stretched flat on the ground in the abandoned garden, Neda couldn’t repress a ridiculous grin. Tierce probably thought she was crazy, but she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was doing exactly what she was meant to be doing, and it was glorious.
I know, it’s been a while, right? I’m not going into the reasons for the long hiatus in the City of Bridges story (you can dig up some details on personal blog, if you’re interested, though to be honest I