Hemlock was saying, eyes wide. He held up the small orb. “Look at it. Do you see it?”Chukshene shook his head. “Sorry, my friend. I'm more in touch with the demonic arts than the necromantic. For me, it's a pretty fucking light. Sure, I know it's special. I know it's magic. But the best use I cou...
A wave of steel surrounding a battering ram with a head of iron shaped like a fist. The Fist of Rule, they called it. It took more than a dozen men strapped into position either side to manoeuvre the heavy machine of war.Its thick wooden wheels rumbled across the wet ground, which was the only re...
The box.He could see it in his mind. Big enough to fit snugly in the palm of his hand. Seamless, and with no visible lock. Dark wood bound by thick metal straps. What it contained was a mystery his family had protected for generations.His father told him many stories when he was a child. Family l...
Neckless.The Twins.Spirik.Six of the Bloody Nine were already dead. Four to her blade. But none had died with any real satisfaction. None had put up a fight. And it was the fight she craved. The bloody pummelling of their bodies. The thrill of cutting them to ribbons while spitting her hate in th...