The clatter of the dragongriff ball called to Garrick as he descended the stairwell. Five men and a woman stood around the table, watching as the wheel spun. The woman was short. She wore traveling breeches and a blouse frayed at the neck. Garrick stepped between her and an older man who was thin...
He felt alive and in the moment. The boy’s life force was pure and buoyant. It made him stronger. It made him free to race, free to duck under sycamore branches and leap over downed trunks. The sounds of villagers faded into the nighttime. It was a long distance to Alistair’s manor, but he ran th...
It was Garrick, he realized, the wrinkle Garrick made in the fabric of this little plane upon his arrival in Nestafar. He sensed the intensity of the battle between Garrick and Alistair. He felt the web of the plane split with each spell casting, felt the zombies’ hunger—it was a hunger that was ...
The hallway was filled with panic. City officials scurried from room to room, and the shrill voices of the servant staff filled the hallway. His hunger screamed at him as he ran. Another explosion shook the building. The hunger pulled deep maws of life force from him, stealing precious energy he ...
He felt the Lectodinian’s presence on the other side of the door. It was Tevaran Kigg, a powerful mage who was now in the middle of casting an intricate spell forged with energy from the plane of magic. Kigg had been among those who had joined the raid on his superior’s manor so many months prior...
The passage he found had been a stairwell at one point, but was damaged in the fighting. He fought his way up it, wriggling through tiny spaces left by crumbling rock. It was hard, painful work, but without his link, he had no alternative. Sweat poured from him as he pulled himself out of the cre...
He looked into the basin’s smooth surface. The face of Yorl Maggore, the Koradictine mage responsible for the Arderveer fiasco looked at him from one section, Ettril Dor-Entfar, the mage superior of the Koradictine order, filled the other. “So,” Zutrian said. “The Torean god-touched mage has esca...
Wind whistled, and his shirt whipped against his chest. The terrain grew rockier until he came to a place no beast could carry him, so he left the horse free to roam. The animal was trained well, and should remain close by. Not that he expected to need it. Garrick climbed the steep path by hand a...