“Oh, by all the gods great and small,” swore Ivy. The last person she wanted to meet was Fottergrim’s personal spellcaster, the master of Tsurlagol’s walls throughout the siege. The wizard focused on Sanval, obviously taking the Procampur captain as their leader. The others he had looked over wit...
The pressure was firm on her back but not painful. She pushed her hands into the muddy ground and shoved back. Twigs and branches curled around her, flipping her over effortlessly. Sophraea blinked at the long and definitely draconic face looming above her. “Let me up!” she commanded. The creatur...