Judith Jones var min første Tyndall karakter. Judith er fra øen Aurora, og er 19 år, da historien begynder. Hun er bødlens datter i hovedstaden Stevensport, og derfor paria. Judith er lidt af en uskyldighed, da vi møder hende. Hun er puritansk opdraget, og lærer aldrig at forstå sig på den noget vildere ryendorianske levevis.Fortsæt læsning “Judith Jones”
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6. Journey
On the 1st day of July we left Glenroran. The night before John Dardell had treated us to some of his finest wine (a Chardonney from 1560!) and a splendid meal. He assured us that we were always welcome in ”The Banshee”, despite our differences in the past. I was sad to bid him goodbye.Fortsæt læsning “6. Journey”
5. War
We lodged in ”The Golden Schooner” for a weeks time. Alex had been feeling poorly since the nasty hit on the head she had suffered in the battle on the ship. She was absentminded and closed-up, so we mostly left her alone. It seemed to be what she wanted most. I think it also botheredFortsæt læsning “5. War”
4. Ryendor City
A few hours later Alex and I were ready to go. I wore my green auroran-dress that had been remade to fit ryndorian fashion. I was ready to drop, I was so tired. And in no mood to go partying. Alex looked fine. This was her kind of game and she knew how to playFortsæt læsning “4. Ryendor City”
3. The demon
Alex and I returned to Glenroran – me with my heart resolved, Alex still in bewilderment. Alex and Tierry finished training the militia, so that they would be fit for fight (against whom? we wondered). The lot of us – Tierry, Alex, Father Cidron and I – set out for Zorenstadt, where they each wouldFortsæt læsning “3. The demon”
2. The Northlands
The months that followed were full of travelling. I followed my new friends, carrying my extra soul unknown to them all. It did not seem to affect me very much, at least not to begin with. Only days after this occurred we ran into a young man in an inn. He had been badly beatenFortsæt læsning “2. The Northlands”
1. Beginnings
I was born on Aurora, the most beautiful island you can imagine, 19 years before my life abruptly changed. Aurora is a green and lush island surrounded by the violent blue sea. My father, Peter Salem Jones, was the executioner of Stevensport. He was a good and kind man, or at least I always knewFortsæt læsning “1. Beginnings”