Veshta hurried down the last of the steps. The secret chamber lay deep underground, and the narrow corridor was colder than usual, the air still and crisp. She strode to the final door, her fingers curling around the iron handle, smooth and cold beneath her touch. The door creaked open, revealing a brightly lit chamber…
When the Thirsty Whale came into view, a thought jumped into Gray’s head. “You told Oswin that Havik gave you that,” he said, pointing at the blackened eye. “It was not from the shield?” “No, it was Havik, although my arm still feels like I have been kicked by a horse.” Vargin swung his left…
Early spring sunlight spilled over the Priory grounds, thin and pale after three months of harsh winter. Frost still clung to the shaded corners of the yard, but the earth had softened just enough to hold a footprint. The adepts had been buzzing since dawn. Today would be their first day of combat practice outside…
