The soupy road splattered with every one of Kurst’s footfalls. Kurst and his companions wore dark green cloaks that covered their armor...

The Mistshade pulled the Wavebreaker through the waters by several long, thick ropes. No one from the crew of the Mistshade wanted to...

“Domeric is dead.” The words tore through Markus’ body like a tidal wave. He had gone to inspect the body but when he reached the room...

Kurst held his own gaze in his mirror. Saint Maurain, give me the strength to purge the corruption within me. The lash struck the sweaty,...

The sea breeze brushed over the rolling waves and cooled Thame as he watched the tattered, purple sails of the Mistshade catch the wind...

“When I awoke within the inky dark, I found my needs and desires wiped clean. Now, purpose sustains and drives me. As it will for all of...

Nearly a month had passed since Luren was driven from Fenwall. He had ridden hard to put as much distance between him and the town and...

Beads of sweat ran down Thame’s face as he mopped the deck as the sun beamed down on him. Calluses had begun to form on his hands. Three...

The cold rain pelted Isabelle and her mother like the stones of the villagers. They ran through the forest, surrounded by numerous barren...

The smell of venison stew filled the little forest cabin. The last wisps of sunlight crept through the lone window and warmed Luren’s...

The candlelight flickered on Thame’s desk, illuminating the crisp pages of his journal. The fourteen year old brushed his black hair away...

A dust trail lazily chased the figure of a young man atop his horse trotting down the cracked road. It was the middle of summer and the ...