The website of Allene R. Lowrey
For a moment, the six women stood stunned. Of all the things that had gone mysteriously well, this was the strangest. Reki’s neck prickled in alarm: glancing to right and left, Aema and Eydri looked no easier than she felt. All around stood spools of thread of all colors, vats of dye, and half-finished tapestries.…