Xander

Lukewarm night air whispers through my private garden. One of the many strange things about Dun’s Crossing is how far off they seemed to keep the natural world. Buildings cover all the land within their walls, or they have flattened it into fields. I appreciate they went to the trouble of allowing us a courtyard, but it was nearly impossible to find another. These gardens pockmark Tansy Tower.

This one, however, is mine. My pride and joy. I dance my fingers over broad-leaved ferns and tip my nose into the fragrant bloom of a night mallow. There’s a path, only a few crushed shells and stones, and my feet...