The Chalice Quartet


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