Spin . Revolution 5Chapter Seventeen:In Which Travis Tries to Redeem Himself And Learns SomethingHead buzzing with the events of the previous day, Travis found it difficult to sleep. He was up sooner than the sun, thinking before his eyes were open. Something he had said or done had been stupid or wrong, but he couldn't understand what it was. Orah had said that she knew the King of No Reason, but even if that was true, which he was beginning to doubt, it didn't explain why she'd gotten so upset. The King of No Reason had been a deadly giant with nothing but material wealth surrounding him. His servants weren't even living creatures, but spirits made t
Spin . Revolution 4Chapter Thirteen:In Which Travis Falls DifferentlyHe watched in awe as the beautiful young lady sauntered to the campsite with all the regal airs of a princess. Her long red hair was coming loose of its braid, several locks of it were free already, gently brushing against her back as she walked. She was dressed in the coarse brown clothes of a holy healer, but if anyone had asked Travis, he would have said that a parade of duchesses in brocade finery wouldn't have looked half as breathtaking.She plunked herself down gracefully next to the dying fire and struck up a conversation with Damien as though he were an equal. Travis decided t
Spin . Revolution 3Chapter Nine:In Which Travis Gets a Thick Ear (But only Half Deserves It)Although Travis had never consciously thought about it, Tag had never once struck him in earnest. He watched his elder's face now and slowly came to realize the fact in that one sidelong glance. If he had ever studied irony at all, he might have placed the word in this situation, now that the 'never' looked like it would soon be broken. Over something as trivial as a stupid hero, he couldn't help adding bitterly to himself. He wasn't sorry for drawing a sword on the heroeven though he'd said he wasn't one. Travis trusted few sources without question, the m
Spin . Revolution 2Chapter Five:In Which Travis Recovers Himself"Ow! Don't scrub so hard!" Travis whined as Tag worked the lather of the cheapest shampoo into the still-matted blond hair.The deepling gentled his hands a bit, but his tone was just as harsh as it had been since Travis's return. "How did you manage to get so bloody?" he demanded.Travis shut his eyes so he wouldn't get shampoo in them again. "The King of No Reason was as big as a city wall," he grumbled. "He probably had blood to spare.""I wish you had spared it. Then we wouldn't be stuck here turning the grass red." As if to punctuate this remark, Tag dumped a pail of water over hi