A shadow of a beard covered his cheeks and jaw, and dark hairs had sprouted across his shaven head. His eyes had lost their mark of spirit-possession, yet they still retained a haunted cast, for while the Vamilians were gone from his mind, when he now closed his eyes he saw the faces of those he ...
The temptation to break into a run was strong, but he couldn’t see more than a dozen steps ahead, and he wasn’t about to pick up his pace if it meant blundering into the laps of the enemy. A staircase materialized from the murk, but he ignored it. The sounds of battle all came from the lower leve...