The second series of the Lesbia chronicles returns, all secondy and whatnot. It starts where the last series ended, you know, chronologically. Except now it’s titled ‘Rogette the Great’ to mark the new era.
Not content to gloat about her daring rescue, the robber danced down off the roof. She was supremely graceful in her acrobatics as she leaped from the thatch to a tree then slid down to the ground. Atrocious, who was not quite so ready to come down and put herself back in the warrior’s path, stayed safely above the fray as an observer.
“Come out here, crone!” Rogette called from the clearing in front of the inn. She was staying well clear of the door, keeping her flight options open. One funny move from Kira and the robber would be able to disappear into the dense undergrowth.
Kira came out and stood a sword’s length away from the robber, her arms folded over her chest. Kira was an impressive sight, especially when her temper rose. All the leather and steel she wore seemed to bristle with her, making her something more than just a woman.
