Sins of a Mage: Sorceress Islands, #3

By Felicia Fredlund

The aftermath can be as dangerous as the attack.

 

Marii, a girl learning the trade of the natural healer, spends time with her father, when he is on duty guarding a dangerous magical bridge.

 

Trouble has already happened. With her father almost unconscious from pain, Marii must use everything she has ever learnt to keep them both alive.

 

Her skills as a healer will not be enough.

 

This is the third story in Felicia Fredlund's excellent Sorceress Islands series. A particularly dark fantasy short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver Pine Publishing
• Release date: Oct 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519945440

Book preview

Sins of a Mage

Sins of a Mage

Sorceress Islands

Felicia Fredlund

Silver Pine Publishing

Contents

Description

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

What to Read Next

Author’s Note

About the Author

Also by Felicia Fredlund

Description

The aftermath can be as dangerous as the attack.

Marii, a girl learning the trade of the natural healer, spends time with her father, when he is on duty guarding a dangerous magical bridge.

Trouble has already happened. With her father almost unconscious from pain, Marii must use everything she has ever learnt to keep them both alive.

Her skills as a healer will not be enough.

This is the third story in Felicia Fredlund’s excellent Sorceress Islands series. A particularly dark fantasy short story.

For Amy,

A great companion on the writing path

Chapter One

Dark was falling when Marii heard sounds from the gravel path. Her father was unconscious or sleeping, she wasn’t quite sure which. Beside his rustling breath, no sounds had bothered her for the last few hours since the guards had left.

The chill wind blew through the birch trees, trickling a few leaves down onto the ground. But it was early yet, most leaves had only just turned yellow. No reds, no browns, and barely any green left. She could see the colors even if she couldn’t see the outlines of the leaves, and that is what she had spent the last couple of hours doing. She could do nothing more for her father, and she couldn’t leave him alone here nor drag him home. He was too tall and heavy for her twelve-year-old self.

She’d made a pillow for him, from some cloth rags from her