The Chalice Quartet


For a man who had been so thrilled with trains, Tel had been quite trepidatious about stepping aboard one. He’d full-stopped as he was climbing up the short platform to the carriage, suddenly unsure about what he was going to embark upon. Alpine had slammed into his back and he heard a few disgruntled sighs


Raulin was warm and comfortable, covered and dry and satiated. He heard the soft sound of a woman humming, but knew immediately it wasn’t his mother. His mother’s voice had been full-throated and trained; this woman’s song was reaching, searching for a particular note or tone. It wasn’t a song for comfort but for some


“You can barely see them in the lamp,” someone said in a language that was familiar, but not comfortable to him. “He should have done a better job,” another said and he felt someone touch his forearms. Raulin must have passed out again because he didn’t remember anything else being said. He awoke to the


“What?” Anla asked in a hoarse whisper. “Betrayed? Raulin, what happened?” “You, Wizard?” he asked, turning to him. “My money is on you.” “Did what? I just gave you the Unease. It should have worn off by now.” “I’m not talking about your magic. I was caught by the director and somehow the Cumber knew


“Our guest is going with me,” the director said, speaking loudly into the hallway. As Raulin left, he saw several men with crossbows on either end in what was called the Pinned Rood Formation; five men, two resting their weapons on the shoulders of the middle man and the other two resting theirs on their