Illyan Daughter

Liss has grown up in her father's community. Brutal fighting and constant traveling are the only ways of life she has known. The vision of a strange woman on a battlefield changes her forever. Liss is driven to discover her true origins and nature, and to unravel the mysteries of her sexuality. Her quest will take her on a strange journey into the magical forests of Estraguil.

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    Not caring what anyone else thought of her, Liss had reclaimed her old tent and traveling gear, using the familiar fabrics and skins to deck out her room. She spent several hard hours breaking up most of the heavy wooden furniture for firewood and replaced the framed bed with her own familiar one. It was smaller and not so soft, but she felt lost in the vast mattress that had once belonged to someone else.
    "Hey, Ice, there's a guy to see you," Storm shouted from the room below. She heard whistles and catcalls.
    "Shall I tell him to fuck off?" Arl asked.
    Liss emerged from the sanctuary of her room and called out, "Who is he?"
    "He says you know him."
    Liss sighed; that hardly narrowed it down. Everyone seemed to think she must know them and he was by no means her first visitor. Usually the rest of her band was good about keeping unwelcome petitioners at bay. She hurried down the stairs. This wooden way between the floors still made her nervous and sleeping so far above the ground seemed unnatural to her. She arrived to find that Dothrin was at the door.
    "He can come in," she said.
    "Wait 'til Rina hears about this, Ice, she's never going to let you forget it," Storm chuckled.
    Rina's teasing had become endless, such that Liss now sought to avoid the company of her one-time friend. Without word or explanation, Dothrin followed her up to the privacy of her room. She could hear laughter from the others below them.
    "Why do they call you Ice?" he asked.
    "Because I wouldn't fuck any of them."    more >>