“Fascinating. In the space of one night they built three…
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Bethane slumped down to sit on a rock and rub…
Chapter Eighty-Eight
The whispers became murmurs. The murmurs became disgusted looks in…
Chapter Eighty-Nine
The rocks kept coming, though not as frequently as when…
Chapter Ninety
The rider had come very close, now. He could descend…
Chapter Ninety-One
The Skilfinger knight wore a byrnie of chain mail that…
Chapter Ninety-Two
Mörg was no fool.
Chapter Ninety-Three
The workshop stank of brimstone and urine, enough to make…
Chapter Ninety-four
“They’re scaling Ditchwall now, and there’s no one to stop…
Chapter Ninety-Five
There seemed to be no end to the berserkers willing…
Chapter Ninety-Six
Malden followed the dwarf down a flight of stairs to…
Chapter Ninety-Seven
Croy could stand, and if he used Ghostcutter as a…
Chapter Ninety-Eight
A single trebuchet stone arced over the city that day.
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Malden wrapped a loaf of bread in a silken cloth—the…
Chapter One Hundred
The Lemon Garden could no longer hold all the supplicants…
Chapter One Hundred and One
The wailing of Mörgain’s female warriors set Mörget’s teeth on…
Chapter One Hundred and Two
“Come forth! Step up, and receive Sadu’s bounty! Food for…
Chapter One Hundred and Three
Croy rode at the head of an army of two…
Chapter One Hundred and Four
Mörget raced back into the camp, Balint at his heels,…
Chapter One Hundred and Five
Malden ordered Velmont to search for other survivors in the…
Chapter One Hundred and Six
Malden looked to Cythera. She was drained, and worse than…
Chapter One Hundred and Seven
In her bed, Coruth struggled for every breath. Her hair…
Chapter One Hundred and Eight
On the march, it is far too easy to slip…
Chapter One Hundred and Nine
There was no time to think on all that had…
Chapter One Hundred and Ten
“Get that iron off him,” Velmont commanded. His eyes stayed…
Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
