Alas, not me

Thirteen The day was no less cold than the night, but the early morning sunshine which filtered through the leaves above them was welc...

Agarwen lay unconscious on a nearby table, her wounded shoulder just off its edge. His eyes caught the red gleam of the arrowhead against ...

Twelve The voice was that of the garrison commander, who strode quickly up the street towards them. A dozen guards were at his back; b...