She Who Lights the Dark

Book 2: Chapter 2: The Shamrock Inn

Chapter 2: Shamrock Inn

She told me that I was loved,

A lass with the face of a dove;

Beak all yellow,

Eyes vermello.

So, I put out the flame,

And laid into the dame;

All birds are gray in the dark!

- Common Verse of many a Northern Drinking Song

Elara woke in a small, dark room, on a hard bed. She put a hand to her head and fought the urge to toss.

“She’s up,” G…