Not Sharr Morrigan, and not one of my friends. A stranger. A stranger with a gun. I know she is close behind me – close enough to press the barrel against my head. I consider whipping around; maybe I could grab the pistol, wrestle her away, make her...
It ran into the distance, on and on, seeming to narrow as it trickled away. On the western horizon, it vanished into a shimmer of heat under midday sky. Sam reached out to help Chester dismount. For a moment Chester was insulted, but the burn in his arm won out over pride. He allowed Sam to grab ...
Everyone else tenses around me – the air shifts as their muscles freeze. The casual atmosphere of our meal has been blasted away, obliterated by a threat as sudden as an alchemy bomb. Hackel presses his match to a candlewick. As soon as the candle flares into life, he toss...