Gonji fairly glowed after the hearty repast. He felt like breaking out in song—one of his mother’s battle skalds would have done nicely had he not feared his hosts would think him mad.During the meal Gonji allowed the glow of satisfaction to shine through, but never did he truly lower his guard. ...
Behind him, shackled head downward from the ceiling, hung the servant, her keening wail filling him with evil heat. His loins flared as he listened to the slow drip of her vital fluids.The spell called for an adynamic victim, and such subjects were easy to find in his present circumstances. A dif...