Craft, Sarah (ed) - Swords, Sorcery, & Self-Rescuing Damsels / Крафт, Сара (ред.) - Мечи, колдовство и самоспасающиеся девицы [2019, EPUB, ENG]

Falcon's Apprentice by Jody Lynn Nye She Remembered by Lee French Alive by Raven Oak Thorn Girl by Connie J. Jasperson The Princess and the Dragon by Robyn Bennis Ashna's Heart by Robert J. McCarter Aptitude by Matt Youngmark Warmaster by Ian Berger and Lou J. Berger Princess Last Picked by Dawn Vogel Yendy Loves Rattlescale by Elmdea Adams Water and Light by Katie Cross Low is the Land by Fulvio Gatti Calamity by Edward J. Knight Not a Whisper by Sarah Bartsch Hope Beyond Death by Jeremy Zimmerman Balancing the Scales by Esther Jones and Frog Jones Remember to Thank Your Healer by Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins

“Marie-Jeanne!” Father called. Marie-Jeanne bound the last cord around her soft boot top and tied a firm knot, then rushed out of the door of the mews into the cold spring air. Her brown braids danced on the shoulders of her gray woolen smock. Father looked impatient, his thinning black hair even more disarrayed than usual. He leaned on his crutch for strength. The Comte de Velay, a bulky man who would have made two of Father and Marie-Jeanne combined, loomed over the much shorter falconer. His broad, bearded face was set in a grimace. On his wrist, killer talons gripping the leather gauntlet, stood Mistinguette, the valuable young kestrel on which both Father and Marie-Jeanne had been lavishing endless attention and care. The huge white bird turned its head toward the sound of her flapping footsteps. Her fierce eyes were covered by the embroidered blue leather hood. It seemed that the blindfolding had not been enough to keep the kestrel from striking. Blood ran down the side of the Comte’s face. A gouge the shape of Mistinguette’s beak almost beside the liege lord’s eye told the tale. Marie-Jeanne ran for the box of clean lint and the earthenware jar of Frere Benedict’s salve that they kept in a chest just inside the door. . . .