Waiting for the sleep that he knew would come if he could only quiet the ache at his chest and in his gut. Where he shifted on the thin tick, the pallet beneath it barely long enough for him, he felt the chill airflow through the narrow gap that passed for a window in the closest corner of the ro...
A latticed roof of black wicker cuts a cloudy twilight sky to grey haze, brighter beneath where evenlamps hang from posts along all four walls. The magical light of nobles and lords, a last testament to the status and wealth of whatever family line ends here in the aftermath of war. Then the scar...
The well of pale green hung around them like swirling mist, making their frenzied flight seem even faster. He had no idea how the Ilvani horses were holding to the twisting paths they shot along, maintaining a running pace as they did so. In the darkness and the shifting pool of light that passed...