She’d killed families in their beds. She’d left friends to die. Above all else, she was a solder and she followed orders. She obliged her commanders and played the role she was meant to play. She understood her position as a sorcerer and how she factored into the plans of ...
She felt his arm slide around her shoulders, the other slip under her knees. The sensation of weightlessness fluttered across her stomach as he hoisted her easily into the air. With her head tucked in the crook of his neck, he carried her from where she had fallen asleep at her post in Baldair’s ...
They set a brisk pace down the city and through the assembled crowds. More than one person stared with morbid curiosity or fear as the Black Legion passed, and Vhalla struggled not to give the masses any heed. But, despite her best efforts, her eyes wandered; Vhalla was faced with a mix of horror...
It was the first time she had sat on a throne—though that was a loose term for where she was now located—and all she could think was how uncomfortable it was. She was positioned at Aldrik’s right hand on a raised platform at the end of a long audience chamber. They sat upon legless chairs with th...
Vhalla hadn’t actually slept. Her mind had spent the whole night processing everything that had happened. Things were moving faster than an avalanche, and it felt like her only option was to run with the moving ground under her feet—or be swept away by it. The master would be headed to the librar...