The Whale Whisperers of Ensorclea
By Ed Drury
Copyright 2011 Ed Drury
Cover by Valerie Bowen
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The princess awoke to a crisp, fall morning with the sun streaming through her bedroom windows. Outside were the busy sounds of the royal city waking to another day. Trucks rumbled down the street making morning deliveries and pickups: buses, cars, garbage trucks – the low growls of motors straining through low gears. Birdsong filled out the higher registers of the morning serenade – hard to know which part of the midweek morning symphony woke her. The Capital building was like a palace in most ways except one. Rather than located on some picturesque hillside, it was located in the heart of the biggest city in the Homeland. Since her mother had died, her first morning thoughts were filled with thoughts of the Queen.
The Queen was lovely, and everyone agreed her daughter was a perfect likeness. Lore (short for Lorena) had the same gentle curls of soft, golden hair framing beautiful green eyes. Her presence, like that of her mother's before her, was such a calming force that men and women alike found it warming and comforting. The queen had an aura of poise and wisdom.