The Wind-Witch Book Two of the Warhorse of Esdragon
Warp and weft must cross, or there's no cloth... The orderly threads of Druyan's life are dyed the colors of duty and obedience: to father, mother, family, husband, custom. So she does not whistle up the wind, though she knows she has the gift. So she pretends that Valadan is only an old black horse, not the fabled Warhorse of Esdragon her grandfather Leith rode. She marries a farmer, and weaves fine cloth from the wool of his sheep. Now a wild thread intrudes into the tapestry of Druyan's quiet life: raiders from across the Great Sea, pillaging the towns of the Duchy of Esdragon, make her a widow. One raider, captive, offers the chance to save all she holds dear-her farm at Splaine Garth and the lives on it, her freedom from forced re-marriage, the land of Esdragon itself. But Kellis is a tangled thread of secrets, guilt and enchantment, not to be trusted. Druyan has spent her life doing what others said was right. Now, obedience may cost dear. Storm winds will come to her call-but will she dare what she must, to save Esdragon?