0.6.6 – Queen’s Crystal  

Flames gnawing at wood, cracking it, burrowing into its heart. I saw nothing but the crystal.   A crystal or an ember. The size of my fist, burning in the dark.   To touch it? Irresistible. To take it? How could I dare? Beauty dripped from it like gore. I ruined it by seeing it, ruined it further each moment. How […]

0.6.5 – Dying Hopeful  

The Inquisitor was shaped like a man. A thin, unremarkable man in the Scarlet, a long fork-tailed coat of black and grey over his shoulders. But I’d never met a man I hated more, not even Finn, and I knew every inch of Finn.   Just like before, seeing him made me want to kill him, […]

0.6.4 – Proving Hour

He was well trained. I didn’t even get close.   The armored Templar retreated, clanking back a step—but only one step. He punched the halberd at Aidan with his right arm, left hand slack on the haft, guiding more than gripping. Aidan struck the halberd aside, moving further left, opening up the path for me to […]

0.6.3 – Cleave The Scarlet

A proper witch raid had a set procedure. Two hundred years ruling over Frydain had left them plenty of time to refine the process, and as a sword for hire, I’d seen more than my share.   Scouts rode up on horseback. They beat the countryside, sounding the alarm with a bugle once they found their prey. Foot […]