Author: Tom Elliot

There was only one player still standing—Enari. Staggering around, I turned in her direction. The mage’s shield was still up, but it had grown noticeably dimmer. Only…

“How many?” I asked at the same time as Odenna snapped, “Which sworn are with them?” “What?” Soren asked, his face a picture of confusion. “No! Sorry,…

We entered the chamber running at full tilt. Although, technically, it was not a chamber. More correctly, it was an arena, a small one, but an arena,…

Odenna’s words were like a punch in the gut, knocking the life out of me and I sagged back in my chair. “Elana! Elana, I don’t care…

All eyes turned to Eoman. The plan was clearly to be his. “If we are to save the poor quarter,” he began, “we must do two things:…

About who you are. Those words haunted me all the way back to Eoman’s hideout. They certainly sounded ominous, but I couldn’t say I was surprised. They’d…

It didn’t take one hour, it took four. After the meeting had finished, my brother escorted me to his tiny quarters to rest—even though I’d insisted I…

“Ada, it’s over,” I murmured. “You got him?” came the instantaneous response. “Yes,” I replied tiredly. “You can retreat.” “That’s no longer an option, I think,” she…

The instant I crossed the threshold into Cantos’ room, I rocked to a halt. The sight of the Butcher’s corpse transfixed me. For that singular moment, nothing…

The dark-clad figure staggered back, then righting herself clapped sarcastically as she looked me up and down. “Well, well,” she sneered. “If it isn’t the poor quarter’s…