The Tale of Lady Spite

By Brent Knowles

The young and arrogant daughter of a small town minister discovers a legend that, if decoded, promises her the wealth she covets to escape village life. But she finds instead that there is always more than one side to every story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brent Knowles
• Release date: Jan 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458144959

Brent Knowles

Brent Knowles is a writer, programmer, and game designer. He worked at the role-playing game studio BioWare (Baldur's Gate 2, Neverwinter Nights, Jade Empire, Dragon Age) for ten years, during most of which he was a Lead Designer/Creative Director. Now he writes full time. He has been published in a variety of magazines including Neo-Opsis, On Spec, and Tales of the Talisman. In 2009 Brent placed first in the third quarter of the Writer’s of the Future Contest. He is also a member of SF Canada: Canada’s National Association for Speculative Fiction Professionals

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THE TALE OF LADY SPITE

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The Tale of Lady Spite

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This story was originally published in Tales of the Talisman Volume 5 Issue #2.

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The Tale of Lady Spite

Loreth walked quickly even though her legs had long since grown numb from the cold. Each step sent spirals of dry snow into the air as she marched against the river's flow. Gren trudged along behind her. Weighed down by the heavy pack he sank deep into the snow that covered the trail and looked more like a miserable mule than a young man.

To lift both their spirits and to keep them focused on why they had left their village, she sang, though she doubted Gren heard much over the load roaring of the river, 'Simple John, he danced no more, for chains did bind him to a cold river’s floor. And one last time he tried-'

A loud wail interrupted her, the scream louder even than the clamoring of the river. She turned to Gren