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    Eryet's Fountain: Knights of Vallor, #3
    Eryet's Fountain: Knights of Vallor, #3
    Eryet's Fountain: Knights of Vallor, #3
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    Eryet's Fountain: Knights of Vallor, #3

    By Ash Gray

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    On the brink of death, Salia is rushed to the nearest healer that can aid her: a beautiful and mysterious sorceress named Eryet. Meanwhile, Salia's soul is in Heaven, resisting the sweet seduction of Idet, the goddess of death, who is a beautiful young woman and very lonely. Thanks to Eryet's healing water, however, Idet only has so much time to seduce Salia to her side. As Eryet's waters restore Salia's injured body, Fara sets out to find and catch Caoimhe -- and hopefully bring her to justice. Don't miss the third installment of this lesbian harem romance series!

     

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    Fara hated it when Eryet's eyes danced with laughter. For a healer, Fara thought she was quite businesslike, cruel, and mocking. None of the gentleness and compassion that Ferne, another healer, possessed.  

    "I am more than a mere healer, good knight," said Eryet, as if she had emerged from Fara's thoughts. "I am capable of as much death and destruction as I am healing and restoration."  

    Fara frowned. "But you are known throughout Vallor for your healing arts."  

    "That I am," agreed Eryet, "but only because healing is the more lucrative endeavor. Come now. Shall you go forth and fetch the little witch for me or not?" Her sly eyes went to the fountain, where Salia lay beneath the water still. "If you would rather not, then you can take your princess and kindly go. But I know that you shall not. Knights are always full of such romantic notions as love. You would never allow Salia to perish."  

     

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    "No," said Salia, blinking out tears. "It's just  . . . Idet told me that you didn't love me, and I was so quick to believe her! I am a fool. For all I know, the image she showed me of Kamryn laying with another woman was a lie." 

    Fara bit her lip: she knew for a fact that Kamryn had indeed lain with at least two other women since parting ways with Salia. She was a terrible liar, had never been able to conceal her emotions, and Salia saw her expression. The princess pulled free in anger.  

    "That two-timing--!" Salia began furiously.  

    Fara quickly took Salia's hands. "Sweet princess, while it is true that Kamryn hath lain with other women since we did part ways--" 

    "Women?!" Salia screamed. "And here I thought it was just the one," she snarled and snatched her hands free. She pointed a threatening finger. "Don't you dare make excuses for her!"  

    Fara obediently fell silent.  

     

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    "Aye, you love me," said Kamryn with confidence. 

    "No!" denied Salia at once, though there was a shake in her voice. "I don't love you! Don't be absurd--!" 

    "Aye, you love me," repeated Kamryn, laughing. "Only true love could make a woman forgive my trespasses. One eve I shall tell thee tales of the women who didn't forgive me. Such as Eira, who chased me naked from her home whilst brandishing a fish --"  

    Salia laughed in girlish delight. "You're making that up!" 

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    "I will tell her," said Salia loudly. Still clutching the fur cloak around her body, she drew near to them, and Kamryn thought she looked furious enough to spit.  

    "Shall you tell me why you look as if you shall stab me?" Kamryn begged. "No doubt I have done something to deserve it, but I should like to be clear on why as the blade goes in." 

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    PublisherAsh Gray
    Release dateFeb 3, 2023
    ISBN9798215749296
    Eryet's Fountain: Knights of Vallor, #3
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    Ash Gray

    Ash Gray is a nerdy GNC lesbian living in California. She writes lesfic (aka fiction for lesbians) in science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal settings.

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      Eryet's Fountain - Ash Gray

      Chapter 1

      Salia stood in the sunlight and glanced around, perplexed. She was on a grassy hill, in the center of a vast field full of flowers. The world was vibrant with color, and in the distance, she could see white buildings, towers, and spires beneath beams of sunlight. She wondered where she was. If this was a dream, it was unlike any dream she’d ever known. The wind seemed to be pressing through the field in slow motion, so that the flowers and blades of grass moved sluggishly, and even Salia’s golden hair waved like snakes across her baffled eyes.

      Salia glanced down and realized with a start that she was wearing a white dress. The sleeves were long, and each one hooked to the back of her middle fingers. The collar was also low, cupping her shoulders and ample bosom so that the cleavage swelled. She smoothed a small hand over her slender belly and looked down, thinking that the gown was more splendid than anything she had worn back at Cawic Castle.

      Curious now, Salia lifted her skirts in both hands, but she was disappointed to see that her feet were completely bare, no shoes or even stockings! Still, the earth here didn’t look dangerous to walk barefoot upon. There were no stones or sticks apparent in the grass. She felt only earth and leaves beneath her bare feet, saw only dark soil beneath the grass.

      Salia had decided to walk to the white city in the distance – for what else could she do?—when she noticed a woman walking slowly up the hill toward her. The woman appeared to be gliding along, however, and not walking at all. She was quite tall and beautiful, with long black hair, and she was completely naked, her curvy body covered in a cloak of colorful flowers. Flowers were also upon her head like a crown. In seconds, she was standing atop the hill, hands at her sides, simply regarding Salia with mild curiosity. Her black eyes twinkled, as if she were amused by Salia’s presence.

      Please, tell me—Who are you? Salia asked breathlessly. Am I dreaming?

      If I answered those questions, answered the stranger, it would only alarm you.

      Do not coddle me, Salia said crossly. I asked the questions, didn’t I? I am ready to know.

      The woman only smiled sadly. I am Death, she answered, and this the other side.

      Salia’s mouth fell open. She glanced again at the white city in the distance and wondered if it was Heaven. When she looked at the stranger again, the woman was still standing calmly, patiently waiting, a small smile on her lips. She was quite beautiful and serene. Salia had never expected Death to be this way. The people of Vallor worshipped Death as the goddess Idet, and in the stories, she was much more fearsome. Facing her now, however, she seemed gentle, calm, and kind.

      Salia swallowed miserably. So she was dead. She wondered what Fara and Kamryn were doing back in the mortal realm, if they wept for her, if they even cared. Caoimhe had insisted that the twins were dogs who slept about and cared not for the women they lay with, and somehow, Salia knew the barbarian witch had been telling the truth. Caoimhe had no reason to lie, not when Salia could have very easily learned otherwise. If anything, Caoimhe had enjoyed taunting Salia with the truth.

      Am I to go with you, then? Salia asked unhappily and hated the tremble in her voice.

      Death serenely smiled. Yes, she said and offered her small hand. The nails were white and square, the fingers fleshy pink, the skin young and soft.

      Heart thudding, Salia hesitated . . . and took Death’s waiting hand.

      Chapter 2

      K amryn—Kamryn, calm thyself! Fara growled, struggling with all her might to keep her sister from lunging at Caoimhe, who stood some distance across the clearing, looking as if she might flee into the forest. Fara didn’t blame Caoimhe for being afraid: upon waking in the forest and discovering that the barbarian witch had stabbed Salia, Kamryn had gone wild, struggling with all her might to reach the woman and slay her.

      Thankfully, Kamryn was without her sword and shield, for both had been left at the Tower of Ithrel with her gauntlets. Still, Kamryn was a daughter of House Broin, which meant her supernatural strength could have broken every bone in Caoimhe’s body. Fara was of equal strength, and it was taking all she had to hold her sister back. Thankfully, Ferne – having been healed by Caoimhe – leapt forward and grabbed Kamryn, begging her to cease her rage. Kamryn ignored Ferne’s frightened pleas, and she was so furious, she felt strong enough buck both her sisters off as she twisted and heaved against them, growling like a beast.

      Run, Caoimhe! Fara begged, straining against Kamryn, who pushed at her like a bull. We cannot speak sense to her!

      Backing away slowly, bloody dagger in hand, Caoimhe miserably nodded and turned, fleeing into the forest, her white hair streaming. When she had disappeared, Kamryn – still shuddering breathlessly with anger – sagged in defeat as she glared into the trees, and Fara and Ferne let her go.

      Why did you not allow me to slay her? Kamryn demanded, snatching herself free of them both and stepping away. She took a few prowling steps in Caoimhe’s direction and stopped, gazing furiously into the forest after her. She killed Salia, Fara! She murdered her in cold blood! She suddenly turned, face twisted. All for her vile jealousy, I know it. Long hath she loved thee. Could you not see it would happen?

      Fara swallowed miserably and said nothing. Though Kamryn was right, she was half-ready to lunge on her and beat her to the grass. The furious desire was rising inside her. That Kamryn would blame her for Salia’s death—!

      And look at you! Kamryn waved a disgusted hand at Fara. Standing there cool as you please, keeping me from slaying her. I would almost believe you loved Caoimhe more than Salia, who now lies dead because of that little—!

      Fara tensed, ready to lunge.

      She’s not dead! cried Ferne.

      Fara turned. Ferne was kneeling over Salia’s body, and her long-handled mace was glowing brightly with light, just as it had in the dream scape. She looked up, and her eyes were bright with relief as she said, "She is only half-way slipped into the other side. We can

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