To Ride in Shadow
by G. F. Kaye
Sudden flash of moonlight on dark eyes, a swirl of hooded cloak, dark on dark in shadow. Between an eye-blink and the next, nearly soundless, a mere whisper of butter-soft, leather slippers on stone, she was gone. Thus starts the tale of Kasela, with mother, a seer, escaping from the wizard that would kill any male child at birth. "This child must live," Dera's gift had told her - and so it began