The Shadow Lands
Book One
The Eastern Province
The small bell over the door rang with a thudding ring, as of a bell to many times wrong. The portly lady looked up from the counter, annoyed by the interruption. The retort she had planned to voice went unspoken as she spotted the pretty miss standing at the door. The dark brown riding trousers hugged the slim legs as though custom made to fit. The long sleeve tunic traced the outline of the shapely torso. Long dark auburn hair framed a pretty face, smudged with the grime of travel. The green eyes gazed around the room, as if assuring her