Wispy tendrils snaked toward him, but he skirted around them. The sun slid from behind a cloud; was swiftly smothered again. A sinuous rope of mist separated out from the main body and quested in his direction. Others followed, sprouting like insubstantial branches to block his advance and forbid...
She knew from the snuffling, little Aris was fine tucked up in his furs, but she still had to look. With her husband, Vassilis, not yet back from the Plains of Fire, her nerves were frayed. The army had been victorious, but still the stragglers were coming home. Every time the hoplites went out,...