SAMUEL Z JONES
Copyright Samuel Z Jones 2012
“Are you sure you want to go in there dressed like that?”
Sorcha considered DeSilva's question, glancing at her brief harem skirts and then to the unforgiving walls of Silveneir rising ahead of them along the highway. From where they stood on the brow of a hill overlooking the road, the city of Silveneir stood out against the twilight in the gleams of a thousand streetlamps and warm hearths.