Dragon ClansChapter 23
The first rays of sunlight, usually missed by most the morning after the festival opening, shown brightly upon Michael and Tera as they ran smoothly up the ancient lane making their way out of town. Michael had risen early, the gray hued light of dawn just becoming visible and filtering into the room. Lying on his back he stared up at the ornate 17th century ceiling. It's latticed woodwork and deep rich colors reflected its age as well as the craftsmanship which wrought it. Valerie was...