Reitz pulled his horse up beneath the drooping branches of a stand of big oaks. “Ayla and Patul can go to the inn while I show you the house. We’ll be off as soon as you lift the medal,” he said. “Not so fast.” Wrai turned his horse to gaze Read more…
Tamra’s pulse quickened when she glanced over her shoulder at Jessup, who was leaning back against the wall, unsmiling. Someone who didn’t know him so well might mistake that slouch for carelessness rather than a habit to disguise his coiled tension. Outside the inn, a coach had just pulled up, Read more…
A scream echoed through the valley. Jessup stood in the copse of trees, barely breathing as he watched the camp of the Faragund army below teeming with movement. He pressed back against a tree. In the dense shadows of the forest, he would be impossible to spot. The scene down Read more…
CHAPTER ONE Wrai propped his boots on the rungs of the chair opposite him and took a deep drink of his ale, mentally cursing being stuck in this cesspit of a town. Why Krelton of all town in the four dukedoms of Ardalak? The storm seemed to have kept most Read more…