Shade of Honor: From the Federal Witch Series (Standard of Honor Series Book 1)

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by Taki Drake


  Zhanna was too familiar with bargaining in the marketplace not to hear that note in the spirit’s voice. Settling down to what she hoped would be an interesting haggling session, Zhanna responded with, “What exactly would this exchange of favors be? Without an understanding of what it was before, I cannot say if I am willing to try to renew or repair that agreement.” She could feel her familiar’s amusement sitting in the back of her brain. Inwardly, she smiled. What a surprise that even the spirits haggle.

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  The bargaining session had been long and filled with the usual emotion and playacting. Each of the negotiators had threatened to walk away at several points. Each of them had been adamant about maintaining important rights and requirements.

  It all boiled down to the fact that the Volkhvy had built up a network of intertwined obligations with the hidden folk of the land. In exchange for services that were difficult for those folk to perform, the Volkhvy had the right to call on them as needed.

  When the Volkhvy were killed in the demon battle sacrifice, the impact of that spell had been felt around the land, but there had been no one to tell the hidden folk exactly what had happened.

  The Rusalka was amazed and disturbed that those she had dealt with for decades were no more. Her upset and the need to not leave another sentient being in distress drove Zhanna to relate all the information she had about the battle and its aftermath once their negotiations were complete.

  Zhanna had agreed to take on the obligation of the Volkhvy for the Rusalka’s stream. The spirit pledged to assist Zhanna should the need arise, and her capabilities suffice. Both parties had ended the negotiation sessions pleased with what they had won. Then Zhanna started to tell her all about the happenings of the last few years.

  As she told her story, she noticed that there were other eyes peering from the bushes. After a while, some of those beings crept out to be closer to the storytelling. There were all sorts of hidden folk come to visit.

  The shy faces and slender limbs of the tree folk were represented, as were the glistening heads of the river nymphs peering from the banks. Some of the little sprites of the forest and even the household ones were sitting close to the fire staring with open eyes at Zhanna she told her story.

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