“Chigrant,” Iyessa said as Raulin sat down. “Chigrant, really? And here I thought I knew my stoneworkers.” “He’s a local artist based in Kikiyan, a friend of my lord’s.” “Hmm, I might have to look him up and ask him for some pointers. Chocolate-covered peanuts?” he asked, holding a small burlap sack with the candy.


Avo sei concra, Raulin had decided that morning, a phrase that translated to “wounded bird”. It was is favored position, one that he had already acted in Carvek and in Iascond at the bookstore. There was something about being underestimated that he enjoyed, playing meek to disarm and never letting his true motivations show. People


Kikiyan did not pass Raulin’s city quality test. He could dismiss the weird looks given by the locals, since not only did they have a trirec, but a man in a cart and a giant among them. The other two points failed by its own neglect: the streets were muddy and full of potholes and


Anla’s hand was outreached, several feet away from the ledge. Then, both flew to her mouth, suppressing a gasp. She stopped and couldn’t move for a few moments from the shock. He was gone. Then she heard two thuds, one after the other, following by a yell to her left. “Shit!” Raulin groaned through clenched


Raulin awoke to two men yelling, one flailing to get out of the fire and the other standing and backing away from the first. He was on his feet in less than a second, making a quick decision to help Al out of the embers and to also make sure he didn’t move closer to