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Shadowlands [MultiFormat]
eBook by Elisabeth Waters
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Young Adult
eBook Description:  Oriana is too young to be a widow and totally unprepared for her husband's sudden death. He had taught her magic, including the spell Orfeo used traveled to the Underworld to bring his wife back, so she travels there to save her husband. But is bringing someone back from the Elysian Fields truly the act of a loving spouse?
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Sword and Sorceress 6, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [26 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [32 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [184 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [87 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [36 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [10 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [41 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3970
Reading time: 11-15 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Oriana confronted the household priest over her husband's body, which lay on the bier in front of her. "No, I will not agree to hold the funeral at first light tomorrow! Why are you in such a hurry to put my husband underground?" The priest sighed. He had been in the chapel with her and the body for several hours now, it was late, and he was tired. "My lady, why do you insist on delaying the funeral? This refusal to accept the situation avails you nothing." Oriana simply stood there, a silent column of black. Her sole concession to her husband's death had been to put on mourning robes: a loose black gown, tied at the waist with a plain black cord, covered with layers of black veiling, enough to hide her pale face, her dark hair, and anything of the slender body the garments might conceivably have revealed. She felt like a walking shadow, and everything seemed distant and unreal. The priest gathered what remained of his patience and tried again. "You are overwrought," he said gently, "and it's late. Please, my lady, go to your bed; sleep, and things won't seem as bad in the morning."
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