Title: Olwen the Barbarian vs. The Sorceress
Author: Veronica Sloan
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Publisher: Veronica Sloan
Length: 21,480 Words
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For what felt like the hundredth time in as many days, Olwen's strength failed her. The girl's hair slipped from her fingers and she fell back against the bundled wool that served as her pillow.
"Oh," the sorceress murmured. "Are you in pain?"
"Why couldn't you kill me?" Olwen rasped. "I...I cannot live with this shame."
Callista's thumb skated beneath Olwen's blue eyes, wiping her tears away. "Is it really so hard as that? I've lived in shame most of my life. And look, I've managed to beat a barbarian into submission."
"You did not beat me," Olwen said.
"Shhh," the girl chided.
"Do not silence me!"
"I'm sorry," the girl laughed.
"Kill me now," Olwen growled. "Kill me or I swear I shall have vengeance, not only for Viatrix but for this humiliation!"
"Oh, trust me, a little humiliation works wonders. It's very motivating. I'm sure
even a big mean barbarian can stand to be humbled now and again-
Olwen struggled to rise from her bed but the sorceress easily pinned her to the straw. She thrust her head back against the wool, helpless and defeated. "I wasn't strong enough," she said. The words cut their way through the iron lump in her throat. "I...failed. I have never failed."
Callista drew the barbarian's eyes to her bare thigh, and the poultice she'd applied to her jagged bite. "Is not life itself a victory?" she asked quietly. "I owe you mine."
"Our debt is settled."
"Not quite. I have nursed you, yes, but you still suffer."
Olwen could not answer. Her rage burned into her sorrow until the emotions were inseparable. It gnawed at her insides like the fangs of a pig rat. She heard her father's words atop the Skuggi mountains. "If you should fall..." There was victory or nothing, that was the barbarian way. She fought desperately to block the next tears that bled from her eyes, and fought too the sob that wrenched from her throat. Despite the fire and the wool blanket, she shivered. Was the sorceress right? Did she suffer? Yes, she did. The defeat hurt worse than any wound.
When she felt the girl's lips touch her own, the relief was too welcome to deny. Olwen closed her eyes into the kiss, and it was soft and warm, tentative but eager. Callista's thin fingers slid from Olwen's jaw to the space behind her ear, parting her lips in a reflexive moan and caressing her cautious tongue. Callista's tongue... When she withdrew, Olwen whimpered.
"I have tended to you in this darkness for days," Callista whispered, "frightened that I was not skilled enough to save you. And now your eyes are open and I only want to soothe your pain." She bowed her head to kiss the cord of muscle in Olwen's throat. "And I have tended to this body of yours...and yearned."
As Callista's fingers slipped down her wriggling stomach, Olwen seized her by the wrist. "What magic is this?" she breathed.
"No magic," Callista said. "Why, do you feel better?"
"A kiss cannot make me better."
"Then I'm not doing it right."
When the Prince of Darthia is kidnapped by the sorceress Callista, his only hope lies in Olwen the Barbarian, a legendary female warrior. Intimately familiar with the Sorceress of Sappho, Olwen must now do battle with her former lover. Will their reunion end in bloody tragedy...or a rekindling of their sapphic romance?
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