Oren Hunter. Mothers used his name to frighten wayward children.
Tag: king
This Textured Darkness, #31
The fever passed, only to leave him chilled and dreaming he was fighting on bloody snow.
This Textured Darkness, #20
He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.
This Textured Darkness, #9
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
