Seeking a Different Future
Safira looked up the stairs with a certain satisfaction. The walls remained bare and the wooden steps looked a bit rickety, but at least it was no longer so gloomy. Gethak had helped her cut out some small, circular windows Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Six, p10
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 scowling and Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Six, p3
Safira stretched out lazily, thoroughly enjoying the midday sun’s gently caress against her skin. A few days ago she had discovered a way onto the roof, and had made herself a little refuge there. Here she was above the stench Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Five, p15
“There is something I need to show you,” Katrina had said. Kyrion looked at Safira and Shadow sparring without really seeing them. He was supposed to meet Katrina in front of the Royal Halls at dusk, and the question was Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Four, p9
“So you don’t have any magic?” Shadow seemed surprised, somewhere behind his normal tone of resigned annoyance. “No,” Safira shook her head, not in agreement but because he was wrong. “I wield no magic, but I know mysteries that have Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p13
“Impressive,” Shadow commented. Safira replied by retching once again as another whiff of charred flesh blew past them. She was doubled over on the cold stone of a small dock, barely large enough for a single ship of medium size. Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p8
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