They fought as a pair and had been sold as a pair to the Malchesse nearly four years hence. Since then, they had become respected gladiatrices of the house and come to serve as Varkaa's personal bodyguards. They did not, however, share their mistress' vile cruelty. All thi...
The ghoul held out a bundle of stained gravecloth. He had been waiting for Garrett at their regular meeting place, a junction in the tunnels beneath the old library. "Thanks," Garrett said, stopping to take the gift. He passed his witchfire torch to the ghoul to free up hi...
He sat in his cell on a low stone bench, listening to the steady drip of water from a corroded pipe that protruded from the mossy stones of the wall to his left. A muddy pool formed on the floor beneath it and emptied into a small sewer grate in the corner. The opposite wall was a single, carved ...
The second sensation was the throbbing fire in his head. “Prince said give him water,” a man’s voice spoke, “He’s had it.” Another man gave a brief chuckle. Garrett opened his eyes, but his vision had gone gray in a large pat...
Garrett sat at the head of the table, at Max's insistence, stuffing another forkful of egg noodles and beef into his mouth. A trio of undead servants stood, at the ready, with more noodles and beverages. All three of the zombies wore black tablecloths, draped like shrouds over their heads, since ...