An Epic Christmas: On The Ninth Day…
On the ninth day of Christmas my true Muse sent to me…
Nine Derai Houses
‘Malian knew the story, of course. Every Derai child was taught it young. It had happened at the end of the civil war, nearly five hundred years before, at the feast intended to confirm a lasting truce. The cup of peace had gone round, but rather than drinking some of those present had snatched up weapons instead, cutting down their guests. The shadow of that night of death still lay over the Derai Alliance, haunting the nine Houses with its legacy of blood feud and mistrust. The divisions had been passed down from one generation to the next, setting House against House, warrior against priest, kin against kin.’
~ from © The Heir Of Night, The Wall of Night Book One: Chapter 2 — Heralds of the Guild
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