the grand game

Day Five. Night. At my words, I felt excitement ripple through the minds of the others. My response was the one they’d been both hoping for—and dreading….

Day Five. Night. “Hello, Duggar,” I called back. My gaze drifted down the height of the cliff separating us. “How do I get up there?” “We will…

Note from Tom: I’ve realized that the week after a book release is possibly one of the worst times to write. There are just too many admin…

Day Five. Afternoon. With ebonheart in one hand and the heavy leather satchel in the other, I hurried through the Tartan barracks, speaking to no one and…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. The door to the chamber opened so quietly that I almost failed to hear it. My head jerked upwards to see the Howler shaman…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. The tavern was packed, more crowded than I had ever seen it before. Standing in the doorway, I scanned the room from under my…

Day Five. Afternoon. “You did what?” Talon whispered, staring at me from only a few inches away. How had he moved so fast? The captain seemed unconcerned…

Day Five. Mid-Morning. Turning back towards the spider, I cast charm. It was the only thing I could think of trying. It was that—or flee. Strands of…

Day Five. Early Morning. I waited ten minutes before exiting the tavern myself. It was not that I feared Forsyth and his gang, but I could do…

Day Five. Early Morning. Two obvious choices lay before me: fulfill Mariga’s task or Talon’s. The druid wanted the Howlers forced into a bloody war with the…