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
They pushed their way through the crowded market. Their voices drowned out by merchants hawking their wares and customers attempting to bargain, they didn’t bother to speak until they finally escaped the throng into a relatively empty side street. “I Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Five, p8
“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
Qaera settled into her evening post, leaning on the crenelations of the tower atop the Guardians’ Guild. She had a wonderful view from up here, with the entire Inner City spread out around her. The soft glow of magic lanterns Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Four, p2
Cat, the wild-haired girl from the sewers, peered into the dark alley and waved at him to follow before slipping silently around the corner. He darted after then followed her onto the main street leading up to the Gilded Gate, Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p14
The muck and sewage did not overly bother Gethak as they plodded their way through the sewers of the city center (not much worse than the streets outside the Guild; except the stench). Those parts which lay within the old Continue reading Voidwalker: Chapter Three, p10
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