A. Catherine Noon

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Fenton saw Melunin’s nose and then head emerge from the stable, followed by the rest of him.  “She’s got excellent taste in horse flesh,” he grumbled, annoyed.
“Who?  Fenton, what – ”
Fenton grabbed his arm, interrupting the tirade, and pointed.  “There.  The rider.”
“Lords of Chaos…” Gray breathed.  “Is that Kilasha?”
“Yes,” Fenton growled.  “And she has my horse.”

– From Thirty-One Days, Thirty-One Stories, “Chapter Five”

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