Epic

The moon was up, covering the surface of the sea with a swathe of silver silk

his bark is worse than his bite

Very good. He seems to have gathered it up from everyone in exile. And

like they were cultivated. So

king was tall, his white wavy hair merging with a flowing beard, which was braided with colourful strands of blue and gold thread,

If those who harboured him knew he was under sentence of exile, then they too must go

nfair.’ Normally Erik considered self-pity a sign of weakness, and never let it take form in his own mind, let alone allow his friends to see it. But these were not normal circumstances. Not only was he likely to be placed among complete strangers and set to some painfully arduous work, but his own parents considered him a child still, untrustworthy and unequal to a discussion on a future that would affect them all. In his own mind he was loyal, dependable and could hold his tongue if a secret needed to be guarded.
‘Of course it is unfair. Totally unfair and unreasonable. It’s not your family’s fault the solar panel broke. That could happen to anyone. Why should you be punished?’ When Injeborg

Your father cannot fight for us. That’s the end of the matter.’

Leave it, Erik. We’ve had this out a thousand times.

No. I won’t. Not any more. It doesn’t make sense