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Die for me

‘I know what to do with you, Cyledr’ Gwyn hissed. ‘But first, tell me why you followed my bride last night ‘ ‘I wanted to take her back, that’s all. He told me to,  Gwythyr. I’m one of his’. ‘Don’t you lie to me, son of Nwython’ Gwyn’s voice became steely, dangerous. ‘Don’t you dareContinue reading “Die for me”

Y Wyllt

Book 1. CyledrChapter one Cyledr awoke with a start, his hair and forehead  drenched with sweat.  The dream haunted him for months, and no amount of spiced wine could ward it off. He tried rising up, but his body felt numb and strangely uncontrolled, as if he were a  children’s toy, bound to obey theContinue reading “Y Wyllt”