An Elanore and Gurt Tale: Book Two
It was going to be a quiet weekend in the country. Elanore was going to spend it chatting with courtly gents about matters of higher importance or something. I was going to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself too much at the table.
Yeah, those plans never work do they? Instead there’s a body in the library and we are up to our necks in murder and soup spoons.
