Shattered Sands (From the Archives)
Dany looked at the shattered pieces of pot on the floor and smiled. The Sand Pot that had dictated her movements her whole life lay in pieces on the floor. “You little-” her mother started, lashing out with a slap. Davy patted it away lazily. The benefits of being taught how to fight meant that … More Shattered Sands (From the Archives)