The Chalice Quartet


“Number two will be to accompany Stalagmite to a tavern tonight and drink until you can’t see straight,” Ember said. Al wasn’t surprised she had managed to convince Aggie to drink. It was like convincing a fish to swim. “What is that supposed to accomplish?” Al asked. “It will get you out of your abode


Ember hadn’t said anything about involving other wizards. Al leaned against the doorway to Milxner’s as he watched Aggie from across the room. He had been given the next day to finish his first task, which on the grand scale of things wasn’t that bad. It was doable, even though Al understood he was about


“Mrs. Falenghast,” Al said. “It’s good to see you again.” “And you as well. I always enjoy our Friday meetings.” He offered her his arm and she placed her gloved hand on it lightly. She gave him an amused nod of her head and he smiled at their inside joke on over-formality. Al had repeated


His mouth went dry. “Fire? What fire?” Ember rolled her eyes and fanned herself harder. “Are you saying you’re not cognizant of what transpired yesterday?” “No,” he said, sighing. “I’m sorry. I should have done something.” “You should have.” She snapped her fan shut and stood. “May we walk? Your room is stifling and Milxner’s


They say a man is awake before dawn for three reasons: he’s a farmer, he’s a thief, or he’s shouldering a heavy burden. Al wasn’t a farmer. Nor was he a thief, though that would change in the coming weeks. He had laid in bed awake, counting the minutes by, because he had set his