Risska smiled, her bright white teeth the only visible part of her in the darkness of the keep.  The waiting had been interminable, the boredom of camp life and keeping watch only broken by her friend’s visit.  Jayyson had grown much from the timid boy she’d first met.  She did not need to worry about him anymore; he had become a man.  The call had ( Read more... )

“Light-damned … not again!” Lothanor held the bag at arms’ length, sighing in frustration as he looked at the red streak along his thigh. He scrubbed briefly at it with his hand, and then pulled the hand away as the blood smeared.

The soft light of the forest filtered strangely through the pale red leaves, the Farstrider’s dappled armor blending in ( Read more... )