A full moon rose over the bell-towers of Vendrigoth, Capital of Harath, and most famous city of the coastline it commanded.Read More
The sun set, and a warm night embraced the capital. Lights twinkled on throughout the streets, and the dark air was ribboned with a thrumming energy. Margot felt adrenaline burst in her stomach and behind her throat, and then soon enough, someone told her a coach would take her to the Sterling.Read More
The knowledge that her invite to the city hadn’t been sent by the League, but by the royal family themselves, was an outlandish thought that threw its huge, stupid shadow over her mind every other moment.Read More
Margot watched with wonder as the coach that had been sent for her made it to the edge of the city, and she watched the air wobble and shimmer for a spell as the arcane barrier around Forllonde sluiced around them, like a thin film of soapy water.Read More
The path they walked lay along the side of the Rush farm like a snake rolling to escape an owl. Margot walked by the oak that she and Wally had spent two decades of summer climbing, and felt the need to stop - she might not climb it again.Read More
He closed the dusty book.
“What does it mean?” Pinna asked, stars in her eyes.
“It means fighting the undead is a fool's errand unless you happen to be a revenant yourself,” her master, Illoro replied. The book was spent, so he let it fall in the pile that Pinna was dutifully carting to the wagon in armfuls. She came back in, breathless.Read More
Tee jogged up the wood-panelled stairs of the library archive with Murk, her friend and tutor.
Murk glanced back at her. “Come on, Tee. Archive’s shutting soon. You need these case files or not?”Read More