The Hazards of Free Trade: Chapter Four - Little Birds

[jelleneth]

The room was quiet now, but far from peaceful. Seldorin had spent himself, for the moment, with screaming and now lay, ashen against the pillows, eyes open and staring, gaunt form trembling, lips moving without sound. Once satisfied that the thrashing had ceased, Netha slipped an arm under his shoulders and lifted him up, pressing the glass to his

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[chryseth]

I liked all of this -- always enjoy seeing more of Jell. But this:

There were no attractive choices in those days. Some of us seem to have forgotten that.

I particularly liked that line, probably because it rings so true for Chry. Looking forward to the next part, whenever you get it written!