She felt wrung-out, stretched thin, hollow. Reldamar had not laid a single violent finger on her since her capture, but he hadn’t exactly been lavish with niceties like water, food, and rest. Were it not for the boy, Artus, and his constant worry over her well-being, she would be worse off, for...
It had been about ten minutes since he had followed the Defenders and Jaevis through the knocked-open doors, and he had become irrevocably lost. The galleries seemed to run in circles, the stairways never seemed to bring him where he thought they would, and the corridors all looked precisely the...
As she often did, she was struck with the possibility that she was on the Taqar again; that all this had been a dream. She clung to it for a few moments longer before, inevitably, she needed to breathe in. The scent of Glamourvine and its pervasive sorceries dispelled all illusions. &...