PROLOGUE, Part VII Without hesitation, I drew my two swords. The metallic tang of fresh blood returned to my nostrils, as I remembered my would-be assassin, face down on the floor, his filthy rags th… (View Post)

PROLOGUE, Part VI A long pause passed between Gorion and me, as the last echoes of Alaundo’s name faded away. “Listen carefully, if we ever become separated, it is imperative that you make your way t… (View Post)

PROLOGUE, Part V I placed my feet on the first step of the library. Gorion waited for me at the top, his eyebrows turned down and his face creased with many cares. A knot clenched my throat tight. I … (View Post)

PROLOGUE, Part IV When I wrenched my sword free, my hand was shaking. The sword in my left hand, clean and unblemished, had slept through it all. Not so, his brother, now drenched in gore. I wiped it… (View Post)

PROLOGUE, Part III The desk had been rifled through, and half-unrolled scrolls lay in disarray on the floor, which would have bordered on sacrilege for any respectable lorekeeper. I turned to my righ… (View Post)