There was something unusual about the king. Tilda knew relatively little of men. She was a good girl who heeded her father and paid her respects to Brant each Somnday, and her few stolen kisses with Addan, the particularly handsome stable boy, precluded any great knowledge of the opposite sex.… Read the rest...

Chapter Five Had the blade not sunk so deep, or had the angle been different, or had Rune been even the tiniest bit stronger, the razor-sharp edge of the enchanted sword would have torn the beast open from head to tail. Instead, the sword sank to the hilt, embedded in… Read the rest...

Chapter Four The body of the beast writhed in the moonlight, gleaming wet brown-gray. Sera paced backwards as it twisted. Rune couldn’t fault her fear. But the beast, which tracked them so easily underground, made no indication it sought them now. “Steady,” Rune said, shifting his sword, settling the contours… Read the rest...

Chapter Three Half a mile from the bottom of the well, the tunnel forked. They stood at the intersection for some time before Sera tossed the mage-light down one path. It bounced some distance—carried by magic, Rune sensed, as the damp sand would have stopped it otherwise—before she released it… Read the rest...

Chapter Two Rune didn’t taste the evening meal. He ate while he unpacked and sorted things as they emerged from his bag, the objects finding their way into one of two piles. Most of his clothes landed in the first pile, along with the robes he’d worn for travel. He… Read the rest...

Chapter One The City of Arches was a curious place with an unimaginative name. Countless pillars rose from the cracked earth, lacking any sensical pattern, each supporting one end of a stone arch. The arches crisscrossed and overlapped, some linked and some free-standing, some broken, some hanging free over an… Read the rest...