A whirlwind swept above him, then vanished. Screaming, the false prophet staggered in the temple’s public courtyard, his body becoming a grayed corpse before it crumbled on the white paving stones. Even his gold ornaments turned to dust, falling into tiny shimmering heaps where he’d stood. ...
Obviously, from his vantage point at the bow loops in the gatehouse’s tower, Riddig had landed arrows in more than one man. Kien set his arrow, pulled it back until the bowstring creaked, then kept his gaze fixed sternly upon the weakened side of the huge gate. If only tha...