Bridge of Fate: A Worldsbridge Road's Beloved Story: Road's Beloved, #2

By Erica Anoe

Every night, she dreams of locked doors.

 

Worldsbridge, the great city where all roads meet, slept for a generation under the rule of a stagnant, mad king. Etta replaced him on Worldsbridge's throne at the command of the spirit of the Road itself, but her fate demands she accomplish even more. 

 

Piper, an immortal traveler who serves the Road, lives a life of leaving. In Worldsbridge, beside Etta, she's finding something that resembles home. The Road, however, is not made for rest.

 

Together, Piper and Etta must fulfill their destiny and unlock the secret power of Worldsbridge, no matter the personal consequences.

 

"Bridge of Fate" is a Road's Beloved short story set in the legendary city of Worldsbridge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lonely Robot Press
• Release date: Mar 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201404802

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Bridge of Fate

Bridge of Fate

A Road’s Beloved Short Story

Erica Anoe

Lonely Robot Press

Copyright © 2022 by Erica Anoe

Cover by Elizabeth Naone

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Author’s Note

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Also by Erica Anoe

One

Etta woke from her dream of locked doors. This time she was breathing deep and hard and her skin was damp all over. She’d had the dream every night since becoming Queen of Worldsbridge. Sometimes, it was oddly serene – she walked casually past the locked doors, almost floating, saying to herself yes, this one is locked , and then a moment later, so is this one .

But this night, she’d been running, rattling the knobs. She’d heard screaming from the other side of some of the doors, while others taunted her with achingly beautiful music. Some doors were hot and some cold. Finally, she’d come upon one with the most gorgeous light slipping through the spaces at the top, bottom and sides of the door. She had tried to find a crack large