It was a rather boring trade for the woman-she had inherited the business from her father, and she had not much use for or interest in glass, except for the money that it brought in and the reputation it granted her, but the shop was known throughout the city for its exquisite wares. She also had some poorer work, which she kept for people who weren’t quite high enough in society to be able to afford the very best, but who were clawing their way up as fiercely as they could, who wanted to seem like they were doing a better job than they were. Beautiful, fine work by the best artisans in all the city, little fantasies of crystal.
there was a woman who owned a little shop where she sold glassware. The tales he tells will topple the Queens of Nuryevet and just maybe, save his life.
With no country to call his home, and no people to claim as his own, all Chant has is his wits and his apprentice, a lad more interested in wooing handsome shepherds than learning the ways of the world.Īnd yet, he has one great power: his stories in the ears of the rulers determined to prosecute him for betraying a nation he knows next to nothing about. But Chant is no witch-he is a member of a rare and obscure order of wandering storytellers. In truth, Chant has little idea of what is happening outside the walls of his cell, but he must quickly start to unravel the puzzle of his imprisonment before they execute him for his alleged crimes. Or, at least, that's how he would tell the story. With only his advocate, the unhelpful and uninterested Consanza, he quickly finds himself cast as a bargaining chip in a brewing battle between the five rulers of this small, backwards, and petty nation. A wrongfully imprisoned storyteller spins stories from his jail cell that just might have the power to save him-and take down a corrupt government.Īrrested on accusations of witchcraft and treason, Chant finds himself trapped in a cold, filthy jail cell in a foreign land.
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