Chapter XIII — The Nightblade
The northern quarter of Marvalis was not a place where one became lost. It was a place where one lost…
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Chapter XII — The Grasp of Redemption
The gap in the stone was only a crack, yet it had just made Serenya’s world vast. She had seen…
Chapter XI — The Storm Passage
Inside the cart, the world had been reduced to two things: darkness and scent. Serenya smelled Aldren’s herbs in the…
Chapter X — Stillroom II
The Stillroom smelled of herbs when fear was not hanging in the air. When fear was present, it smelled of…
Chapter IX — Beneath the Red Light
Beneath Marvalis, there was no rain. There was only the quiet dripping of water into channels, so steady that after…
Chapter VIII — Capture
The way across the rooftops was not a road people willingly took. Rain turned tiles to glass, wind made every…
Chapter VII — Falcon Alley
Falcon Alley was narrow enough for two people to pass without looking at one another. The houses stood close together,…
Chapter VI — The Slashed Circle
The journey back to the house beneath Marvalis was quieter than the journey out. Not because the city had grown…
Chapter V — The First Night’s Work
When Serenya awoke, it was not morning that called to her, but the absence of day. The house beneath Marvalis…