No longer accepting requests due to abysmal translation sales. Don't want to waste your time. Thank you.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Epic4.0 stars
Chapter 1
A life well lived is a life well earned.
--Margaretta Ahlgren, mother
* * *
Gwendolin yanked the wash-worn coverlet up to meet the stuffed sackcloth that was little more than a lump she laid her head on when she slept. Stepping back, she assessed her work then smoothed the wrinkles in the coverlet. Her grandmother would never be satisfied with the way Gwen made her bed. “You’re too careless, too hurried. You have no discipline, child,” she would scold. Gwen knew her grandmother was right about always being in a rush and not caring about many of the things the old woman put so much stock in. What did it matter if her cot was untidy? Nobody would see it. Why shouldn’t she rush through her chores? She had more important things to do than sweep away winter’s cobwebs and air out stale feather beds. With winter ended, spring school sessions would be starting, and Gwen had finally reached the age of decision. She had reached her late teens, and that meant she could decide which type of education she would specialize in for the remaining two years of study.
She stepped onto her cot and stood on tiptoes, fingertips clinging to the rotted windowsill, and peered outside through the sheer curtains. Her grandmother, clothespins clamped between aged teeth, reached into a basket and shook out most of the wrinkles and excess water from Gwendolin’s father’s shirt before draping it over the rope strung between the tall pigpen gate and the top wire of the chicken coop.
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
Spanish
|
Already translated.
Translated by Laura N. Louski-Pane L.
|
