Legends of Lasniniar A Solstice Tale coverLegends of Lasniniar: A Solstice Tale

Series: The World of Lasniniar

Solstice Eve. An unexpected side trip. Barlo and Iarion find themselves looking for a room in the human city of Nal Huraseadro to take shelter from the snow.

During their journey, Barlo only seeks the answer to one question. What did his elf friend get him for Solstice? His endless guesses border on harassment. Iarion refuses to budge.

Despite the approaching holiday, not all remains peaceful in the city.

…And Iarion’s present soon becomes the furthest thing from Barlo’s mind.

A stand-alone story from the World of Lasniniar epic fantasy series by Jacquelyn Smith. If you love a lighthearted holiday misadventure, grab this book.

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A Solstice Tale Excerpt

“Is it a new pair of boots?” Barlo asked as he walked at Iarion’s side, taking two strides for every one of the elf’s as they traveled along the snow-dusted road.

Sinstari trotted after them on large, silent paws. The wildcat’s green eyes surveyed the northern countryside, his tufted ears alert and his whiskers twitching, a ghostly, charcoal shadow in the swirling snow.

“Nope,” Iarion said, his expression bland.

Barlo sighed, his breath streaming from his lips in a steady plume. He tugged at his graying, brown beard in frustration. “I’ve been guessing for the better part of an hour now! Would you even tell me if I got it right?”

Iarion paused for a moment as if considering before giving his dwarven friend a sidelong glance with golden-flecked, sapphire eyes. 

“Probably not.”

“Well that’s hardly fair! I would tell you, if you guessed your Solstice gift. You haven’t even bothered trying.”

Iarion shook his head. “That’s because it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Barlo frowned. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, who made you the boss of Solstice?”

Iarion gave him a long-suffering look. “The elves did invent the holiday, you know.”

“It’s hardly my fault the dwarves were born later. I’m sure we would have thought of it ourselves. Celebrating the longest night of the year isn’t exactly specific to the elves, or even that creative, for that matter.” Barlo snorted.

Iarion’s eyes rolled heavenward. “One more day,” he said in an effort to console himself. “Just one more day. Then all this endless harassment will be over.”

“I wonder what Solstice will be like in Nal Huraseadro,” Barlo mused. “I’ve never spent the holiday among humans before. The snow has really slowed us down. I would usually be at Dwarfhaven by now.”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Iarion said as they passed the city gates. 

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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