The old dwarven saying was true; in each mine, a king, but all must bow before the High Mountain. For it is here, on this long stone table that sits beneath the tattered banners, that decisions are made that don’t...
It was impossible not to hear the roaring crowds. Their jubilant voices drifted in through the windows from the people-choked streets. Amelia didn’t find them too hard to ignore, however, as she was too busy staring at the black fingers...
It had been three months since the dwarf had set out north from her mountain home. Dilldra had damn near spent every crown she’d earned making the trip, and was left with only two of the original four barrels of...
If Danny had to guess, she’d say the old codger sitting opposite her had about three weeks left to live. They’d only been travelling in the coach for two hours, but the ride seemed to have aged him by years....
There were a few tools you needed if you wanted to hunt vampires. A crossbow was an absolute must, as were the silver-tipped arrows that could slow a creature of darkness to a crawl. Next were the goggles, fitted with...
It was a strange thing to attend your own funeral. It was a stranger thing still to be the one to arrange it. Kolstace had chosen a simple affair this time around. After all, his life had been lived modestly....
The spade went into the sodden ground easily enough, bringing back a pile of dirt. Another hundred or so stabs and Chip would reach his father’s coffin. It was dark in the graveyard now, it had been for several hours,...
In its hundred-year history, the ramshackle tavern had never known such a crowd. Not since the great Marlin Mandrovi played his sleepy song for an eager audience, nor since the famed folk hero Raddagan Brave showed off his impressive talent...
