![]() ![]() I didn’t know just how much I missed this series (and Mare’s sass) until this collection of short stories. These lines are from Fire Light, the story featuring Cal and Mare. None of us, myself included, have any desire to spend the winter buried in snow with only the geysers and the bison for company. Davidson made it clear in his last communication that the cabin outpost was at our disposal as long as we needed, but I didn’t even broach the subject with the rest of my family. Of course, we could stay for the season if we wanted. Here the snowdrifts pile up ten feet deep rivers freeze solid blizzards last for days on end. ![]() I’d been told the winters here were much harsher than those I was used to, worse even than the one weathered at the Notch. ![]() It was only six inches, barely a dusting for a place like the Paradise Valley, but more would follow. How long to stay, when to return to the Montfort capital – those questions disappeared when the weather turned. I had my pick of days, but in the end, the snow made the decision for me.Īll the better. I have finished listening to a handful of books in the last month, and I’m going to be sharing the first few lines of the story I’m currently listening to. Audiobooks have been great for me recently. But a booknerd will always be a booknerd, and as is, I found other ways to get my daily those of stories. June has been a busy month for me at work, leaving me little time to read. First Line Fridays is a weekly feature hosted by Hoarding Books. ![]()
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