Rizla closed her eyes. Their fates were intertwined.
Tag: high fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #125
The trees would all die, and soon. The bark was diseased and Elymas was deluded.
This Textured Darkness, #122
The Nawab’s face was bruised, and he was sitting chained to the floor. He stared at Rizla without pleading, having accepted his fate.
This Textured Darkness, #121
Rizle wished he’d tumble down the stairs. She wanted to hear cracking bones.
This Textured Darkness, #119
Elymas started to protest. She held up her hand.
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, #116
Instantly, all the candles went out, and the room was covered in darkness.
This Textured Darkness, #115
Elymas strained at the knots. At least he knew who he was dealing with — a village witch who’d somehow learned of his plans and wished for a place in his coming reign.
This Textured Darkness, #114
It was only a woman come to clean, who had somehow brought billows of purple smoke. Or maybe it was the candles. Two hundred candles, and by the time the wicks were burning low.
This Textured Darkness, #112
The finest practitioners in Casoria hadn’t succeeded in curing Ranald. Elymas chuckled. He’d stood before them all and handed the King his nightly draught of poison.
