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With his coat still lying in a heap on a pink, flowery rug, Jarren crossed his arms before him for warmth and thanked the gods the bitch hadn't thrown him out without his trousers too. Not wanting to wait out the coming day without the benefit of a coat, Jarren stole home as the sun crept over...
CHAPTER 3
With Logan’s concerns, and those of his own hanging over his head, Aethan spent the next day with Logan planning their journey through Kenaz.
“What is this terrain like?” Logan asked.
“How should I know? Doesn’t the map have a legend?”
“It doesn’t denote what...
CHAPTER 2
Two days later the boat was again assaulted by wind and rain. Rad had been a near constant presence in their cabin, and Aethan was not inclined to ask the boy to leave. He had been a comfort during the previous day and indeed helped Aethan to ride out the storm with his...
CHAPTER 1
In thirty–two years, Aethan had built up something of an ironclad stomach. Whether it was blood flowing on the green, corpses rotting on a battlefield, or the stuff that passed for food in Brazelton’s mercenary guildhall, none of it turned his stomach. However, the lurching and...
Part 2
Autumn was fading in its colorful glory down by the river, but in the Red Lantern District, where trees were scarce, it was just another foggy, gray day.
“Why is it that I always come out looking like the asshole?” Strange asked, in an amused tone. “You must wash your hands more than...
Chapter 2 The Lion’s Lady
“Jealousy don’t look pretty on anyone, Cherie. Why do you envy those girls? You don’t know what they did to get what they have, or what they have to do to keep it. But me? I know.”—Raisa
Part 1
Exiting the pawnbroker, Raisa set her purse on her lap and told the...
Part 5
Calliope jumped at any chance to take in tips from the card table, since she wasn’t fit for the parlor after contracting a lover’s disease—the kind that didn’t clear up with the herbs and ointments Raisa gave her. She cut the cards and shuffled, perhaps the only one happy to be there...
Part 4
Strange eyeballed the approaching bard as Raisa counted in her head, trying to ebb her anger away and don her fictitious Miss Raven persona again. “Evening, Miss,” Martin said when he got close. “I played every request from Mister Lion. Is there a song you’d like to hear?”
“Thank you...
Part 3
Raisa prefaced her response with a motherly clucking, the sort meant to scold a child for being too smart or speaking out of turn. “I mention a favor and you bring up money? Don’t you know me better than that?”
“I think I know you just right, my dear.”
“I’m not asking for money, I’m...
Part 2
Going against her instinct to see a winning hand through to the end, Raisa slid her cards to Jens, who had that morning been a kitchen boy scrubbing pots instead of dealing cards. “I’m out too,” she said, folding. A missed opportunity to capitalize on the trio of knaves might be the...
Chapter 1 The Game Begins
“If you want to know who you can trust, play them at a game of cards. Nothing’s as honest as a bluffer in hot water, or as deceitful as a fleecer with a made hand.”—Avery de Leon, on trust
Part 1
Raisa sat at a table of liars.
A loan shark disguised as a banker...