Seeking a Different Future
Gorm watched the trio gathered around a table across the room. The whisperling stood with arms crossed and an impassive expression. He had just finished a lengthy explanation of why their associate dueled Ared. The Ireha woman sat with her Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Six, p4
Kyrion lounged in the comfortably cushioned seat of a well-crafted chair, quietly sipping expensive wine paid for by the Royal Guild. His eyes were locked on the small fireplace, but his gaze was distant and his mind further away still. Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p4
Shadow pulled his “silver” cloak tighter around him, trying to ward away the draught in the dilapidated tavern where Kyrion had chosen to gather them. There were few signs of the former owner or his muscle, except for some bloodstains Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p2
Aziz grumbled under his breath, annoyed by the size of the chairs in this place. The room was cramped, too. The ceiling was too low, the doors were a nightmare to get through. Really, this entire inn was too small Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Two, p12
Ky’s breath was ragged. He could hear the loud thumping of his heart racing as he stood pressed against the wall in a dark alley, his gaze darting all over in search of his pursuers. What were they up to? Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Two, p9
Ky was slouching in a chair by the fireplace, absently twisting that precious ring of his around its finger while staring into the flames. The boy was bothered by something, and to most he probably looked despondent about it. Aziz Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Two, p6
Aziz scowled. Ky was trying to convince Ared that he had acted on instinct with the intent of helping to capture the criminal, and that the death had been an accident. Moreth, meanwhile, was ignoring all of it to discuss Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Two, p2
“Would you take your eyes off that woman already, boy?” Aziz grumbled, grabbing hold of Ky’s shoulder and pulling him away from the stage. The two had taken up residency at an inn, graciously paid for by the Royal Court, Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter One, p11
“Bloody gnomes,” Aziz grumbled to himself. He was holding up the axle of the wagon using a lever, waiting for the gnomish driver to fix the wheel. He was ankle-deep in mud, for though there had been no rain today Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter One, p5