Aph Estonia Novels & Stories

Sophie said, “or very, very good.” Eleanor closed the file and stepped back. “Let’s find out which.” Inside the room, Marissa—Marissa Quade, Horizon, whatever name applied—looked up as the wall screen lit up. A prompt appeared: “What is 37 x 29?” She blinked once. “One thousand seventy-three.” Next prompt: “Translate this Estonian phrase: 'Kes kontrollib varju, kontrollib valgust.'” Marissa didn’t hesitate. “He who controls the shadow controls the light.”

Need anything from me? Estonia smiled as she typed her reply. **Estonia:** _All good here. Just finishing up. Can’t wait to see you._ **Travis:** _I can’t wait either. See you soon._ Estonia pocketed her phone, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the spring weather. She loaded her groceries onto the conveyor belt, her mind at ease. The brief encounter with Favour had reminded her of the importance of trust, not just in her relationship with Travis, but in herself.

I swung down. A second before the tip of the knife made contact with my stomach, Arthur yelled, “Wait!! Tartu!” I merely raised my eyes in his direction. He had exactly one second to tell me what I wanted to know. “Tartu. Variku. Please, put the knife down.” I ignored his plea. “Where is Tartu?” “Tartu is in Estonia. I've answered you, now please put the knife down!” Estonia was a country in Europe; My brain immediately dredged up the information from the vestiges of an old conversation with an acquaintance who bears no remembering.

"I'd say they've added some vodka to this one. Go on, drink up. If that doesn't warm you up, nothing will." She gulps, then coughs, spluttering. "Wow. You weren't joking about the vodka." "Oh, yes. The Finns love their vodka. Russian influence I suppose." Her eyes go 'faraway'. "Yes, Russia's quite close isn't it." "It's very close. You can just about see Estonia from Helsinki...." "Really?" "Yup. It's only from the high points and with good viewing, but it's there." She shivers. "Not a good place to be at the moment; Russia, with all the unrest."

Kenna It’s quiet here. The golden walls and spirling columns soak up the sun as I walk steadily toward my dad’s office. Beyond giant ceiling-height windows, the sparkling city of Moonrise, the capital of Eastonia, spreads out in a sea of cream and gold until it touches the banks of a lake the color of polished turquoise.

" Of course, Eston is very fond of beef leg cooked with onions, tomatoes, broth and spices. This dish is usually served with saffron risotto. Martha knew her master's taste very well. "How about an appetizer? Do you have any ideas?" Stellina asked again. She was actually looking for information about Eston's favorite foods without making Martha suspicious. "I remember when Mr. Eston praised my Prosciutto e Melone, ma'am. You must still remember it." "Oh of course, a simple appetizer of sliced prosciutto served with sliced melon creates a fresh and sweet combination of flavors. You're right, don't miss that dish, Martha, or I'll scold you!" joked Stellina.