Tonight, he’d poisoned the High King as well as his annoying councilor, Fulcruchen. Rage had prompted him.
Tag: high fantasy
This Textured Darkness, #95
He rolled a mere, blessed four. His heart was one beat away from bursting and now Jessum felt himself calm.
This Textured Darkness, #68
Mirella was late, very late. The Queen tried to control her fear by primping before her mirror, but only a mess of things, scattering both pots and jewels.
This Textured Darkness, #66
Those who attended her fledging functions were warmly welcomed; those who chose not to come were never invited again.
This Textured Darkness, #57
There are twenty one steps above, each designed to break a leg or crack a skull.
This Textured Darkness, #52
“I must find my handkerchief. I lost it in the press of the crowd.” Mirella said.
“You’ve got a secret,” Bresca’s eyes narrowed.
This Textured Darkness, #51
Fresco’s eyes, described by the poet’s as limpid pools, were now surprisingly alert.
This Textured Darkness, #49
The crowd was a river of confusion, pushing Mirella where she didn’t want to go.
This Textured Darkness, #48
“Give Oren Hunter a room full of air and light. Fresh rushes and women to attend his bathing.”
This Textured Darkness, #41
“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.
