There were no new streams of magic flowing out of the pouch, so he helped Ortis dole out the breakfast of leftover stew and fletching eggs. “We should go back to Hellsbreath,” Hobart said as they ate their breakfast. “The wizards there may be able to help.” Doubtful, Angus thought. They won’t und...
He tried to move into a more comfortable position, but his hands were tied. So were his feet. But he wasn’t gagged. He was moving—a steady swaying jostled his body around and aggravated the soreness of his back. The ropes chafed his wrists and ankles, but he could flex his hands and fingers witho...
Lieutenant Jarhad said when he and Darby joined her in the well-lit cavern. “What’s this plan of yours?” He filled the entrance to the cavern and held his large hand on the hilt of his sword, the knuckles white from gripping it too firmly. His legs were spaced comfortably apart, as if he were bra...
Phillip said as he walked into King Tyr’s private chambers. “Rascal wishes to speak to you.” “Indeed,” King Tyr said. “Have you made the preparations?” “Yes, Sire. The screen is in place and the cleaning wench is waiting.” King Tyr nodded and strode up to his desk. He picked up one of the neatly ...