Llandry: The Stolen Island
I may be used to writing in my own journal by now, but there is something odd about writing in someone else’s. Eva has put her precious book into my hands and asked me to recount what happened when Pense and I and virtually every living draykoni high-tailed it over to the stolen island of Orlind. She was stuck at Sulayn Phay at the time, futilely trying to wear down Ylona, and of course it must fall to someone else to tell this part of the tale. But does she not realise how poor an affair my writing will seem after her elegant, witty prose? I doubt that it entered her head, generous as she is.
No matter. Perhaps nobody cares. All that is important is to make a record of events.
We may have felt some doubts about Eva’s order but it came as a relief, having some
