Half dead, Enora finds herself in a supply closet. A mysterious girl has treated her wounds. Is the girl friend or foe, and how can she get out of here.
Sir Talon dropped to one knee before the maiden. “M’lady, I come from far off lands seeking you so you may reunite the people against Dark Lord Idazlearen du Horma, I pledge all that I am to your service. I shall tirelessly seek out our enemies and sacrifice my life for yours.”
Anna looked up from her phone. “Wha?”
Lord Bassel had left home for the first time to seek his fortune. His first battle, a peasant in a thick tunic with a spear. Lard Bassel never stood a chance.
The most powerful men in the city were plotting how to kill Charity Nocturna. She had to know what they planned. The only way to find out was to scale 25 stories of slick glass.
M’chel stood in the circle of skulls chanting within a torrent of wind. Lightning flashed in wild forks, booming through the air. With a final scream, the ritual reached a crescendo. With a sudden burst of silence, the wind died and the sky went black.
For long moments there was nothing then a single sound echoed. “Meep.”
“God damn it Mike! I’ve been telling you for years not to do that!” she screamed. Below them office workers streamed from their buildings with any weapon they could find. Bellowing war cries they joined the bloody free for all growing in the bloody street.
Mike had to look away for a moment to hide his smile. “To be fair you never told me WHY I shouldn’t do that.”