1.5.1 – Resource Allocation   

All through the streets, people fought to come close to Mariead. Pressed her hands as they could, or spoke to her, or touched her shoulder.   Caer Lunan was only a wee town, and it dwindled to a line of houses as we went north, breaking out of the village proper and tracing along the western […]

1.4.6 – Into the Night  

A massacre is hard work. Even a dirty fight gives you the rush, starts your heart, gets your palms itching for the next blow. But slaughter always outlasts the heat of battle. What follows is not cold; it’s numb. You’re no longer trying to survive; the fear fades, your nose gets used to the smell, […]

1.4.5 – Split Skull  

Four penitents rushed me, swords and shields in hand. Vance was the first one shouting, but he dragged his heels coming forward. The other three came eagerly, passed him by, like they’d been only waiting for someone to break the silence. I snapped about to meet the nearest.   Lass. At the moment of attack, I’d […]

1.4.3 – First Rebellion  

The folk of Caer Lunan had been planning their moment of insurrection long enough to cast maces, steal crossbows, and fit handles to hatchets in preparation for some theoretical uprising where the town could pick their moment. But this had been more than a riot. The sort of thing that would be terrifying to the […]

1.3.5 – Raven Speech  

Late golden light spilled through the clouds over Caer Lunan, long shafts cutting lines in the fog and gloom overhead. Off to the east, the sky was not quite dark, but the specter of night was hiding there under the storm, waiting like a hungry wolf for the sun to drop lower to the horizon, […]

1.3.4 – Sergeant’s Edge

Wasn’t much by the way of seating. I sat with half my arse on a piece of unsplit firewood, used a larger log as a table. Sergeant Blake sat off to my left, as did all the rest of his lads, where I could keep an eye on them, and they could keep an eye […]

1.3.3 – Cloudbreak 

The lass in my head shivered and shut Her eyes, still as a statue. I felt Her reaching, stretching out for something. Had the wild urge to raise my hands. Held back from it.   Instead I let Her stand stark and unreal against the harsh background, the edge of a rough wooden cottage, the pig […]

1.3.2 – Waxing Quarrel

At the outer ring of the group of guards sat a bald man, wide and squat like a toad with stubble. He wore a Sergeant’s tunic over a shirt with no collar—but white, barbed chains were tattooed about his neck, like the chains of a seven-year Penitent. He heaved himself to his feet with a […]

1.3.1. – Temperance  

“Fucking hell–” I jumped back a pace, and a too-sharp knife hissed in the air, nearly opening me up like a pig. “Easy! I didn’t lay a hand on your fucking wee prince!”   How does she know? What kind of fucking witch–  “Then who are you? And why do you have his sword?”    Oh.   “That’s […]

1.3.0 – Clean Hands 

Scarlet soldiers in the square behind her were moving in our direction, led by one of the Inquisitor’s white riders. I couldn’t pick out the stupid shape of Sergeant Cooper without risking a closer look, but in the corner of my eye, the Inquisitor’s white shape drifted away out of sight, taking with him that […]