The Nawab’s face was bruised, and he was sitting chained to the floor. He stared at Rizla without pleading, having accepted his fate.
Category: high fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #121
Rizle wished he’d tumble down the stairs. She wanted to hear cracking bones.
This Textured Darkness, #120
Her laughter was most unpleasant. She used a gossamer sleeve to pat her eye.
This Textured Darkness, #118
Tell me everything you’ve done and don’t lie. If I put the vise to you again, you’ll probably die.
This Textured Darkness, #117
She struck her hands together and the floor became a sea of blood, and from the sea rose hungry creatures.
This Textured Darkness, #94
The game of rulla was so ancient that no one could claim its invention. Even the poorest had a set of rulla dice, carried in a pouch.
This Textured Darkness, #92
“I was chosen by Euli of Barnes, the blind seer, highly regarded for his wisdom and insight. Perhaps you have heard of him.”
This Textured Darkness, #91
“Were you judged by a witch doctor wearing antlers and smeared with dung?” Elymas pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and coughed.
This Textured Darkness, #81
Oren was lying in a dungeon cell. The straw beneath him, what there was of it, smelled of urine and fear.
This Textured Darkness, #80
Red Robes had stomped his left hand. They hadn’t touched his right, the hand with the mark, which they avoided out of fear.
