“A thief you say?” Garron asked. “Yes, Inquisitor,” the centurion replied. “We were attempting to apprehend her once the merchant identified her, but she bolted into the arena. From what we know, she’s Charnoan and a Maker.” Garron looked beyond the doorway, past the booth where the Saetrum was reclining in his chair and toward …
Garron observed the saberquill’s slow approach toward the sauratian. He narrowed his eyes, watching the sauratian’s movements. How long will you toy with that beast, lizard? “Is the great Garron suddenly interested in gladiatorial combat?” Saetrim asked. “I’m speechless.” Garron drew his lip taught leveling his gaze at the arena master. “The fight is over, …
Cassius smiled in response to the thunderous roar of the spectators above him. Their shouts reverberating through the coliseum’s masonry, giving him chills. He gazed at each of the gladiators in their cells, noting the apprehension written on their faces as they awaited their fate. They were newcomers, all of them, taken from prisons throughout …
Leif trembled, soaking in the warmth of Lenella’s naked body pressing against him. He closed his eyes, absorbing the sensation, and yearning for every ounce she could offer. He smiled as Lenella slept, her hot breath against his bare chest sending ripples through him. It was tempting to wake her and start the dance …
The cold Sokoran wind spread across his body like a blanket. Each gust brushing annoyingly against his fur and muzzle. There were better places to be than this accursed land, but curiosity won over reason. Talyn cringed at the sound of the snow crunching beneath his paws. It was as unnatural as the sensation of …
“You’ve come a long way, Ranger,” she said. Leif nodded. “It’s been a tough winter on everyone this year. I’ve seen my fair share of terrible things.” The Shaylin paused, then turned to face him. “I think you have,” she said, her eyes meeting with his. “Probably more than most.” Leif shuddered. Her tone carried …
Talyn eyed the bleak winter landscape, his thoughts drifting. It’s almost time. He turned his head, studying Lief from over his shoulder. He wasn’t saying much, but for now, it was best not to push him. The ranger needed to simmer, allowing his thoughts carry them on whatever wind was appropriate. I wonder what you …
Leif took another drink, eyeing the snowfall through the inn’s window. The Grey Beard was one of the more prominent inns in Gruiner. Tavrik did his best to keep it running smoothly, despite the ruckus the Blades or Viktor’s Bears sometimes caused. He thought about the past three months, the fateful day in the forest, …
He didn’t even look up from his desk. His eyes were glued to the papers before him as he sorted them. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, I knew he had heard my request. As a newly appointed Custodian, I was given the right to choose my first project. During my time at …
I’ve known pain in my life. After all, who hasn’t known the subtle, niggling sting of living? It pricks at you daily. Slowly drawing motes of blood until you breathe your last as it takes the last drop. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for the day they took my beloved Karina from me. …
Ahren rubbed her eyes. The sun orbs were nearly out which signified the hour was late. It was likely just a few hours before dawn. She felt goosebumps forming as her bare feet touched the cold stone. It helped to chase the grogginess she felt away, but her body still yearned for sleep and the …
It was always the same when Bodvar was in one of his moods. Arald didn’t need to even think about it. He adjusted himself in the saddle, then looked back over his shoulder. Four rode on horseback, with the rest of the Blades trudging through the snow. Horses were expensive and Bodvar only allowed those …
