Jo stands when I enter, dumping a book off her lap. I know without looking that it’s a grimoire she was studying and not something she was reading for fun, by simple fact that she never does anything for fun. Chi, who has apparently made it his mission to absorb as much mo...
Jo’s first instinct is to stop me. She tackles me as I bolt for the door. We go down, her on my back, and I feel her knife on my neck. I freeze, cursing.“Meda, Jo – stop!” Chi says, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out from under Jo. She allows it, but pulls her sword free and keeps it to my...
When you’re sitting around a kitchen table, clapping each other on the shoulder and telling yourselves how brave you are, they sound brilliant.When you’re exhausted from running for miles and miles underground through the gates to the Gates of Hell, bumping into danger at every turn, they seem de...