Book two - Redemption
Vor, the head of the Brotherhood of Harm — the blind demonic monstrosity — heard the shouts and screams; turning, he saw his army bunch up behind him. A silver helm covered his damaged face; a red tongue dangled from his fanged maw of a mouth. His black armor merged with his thick hide; it lapped like congealed lava, covering a large, powerful frame. He stood nearly seven feet tall and was almost
“Not enough! Not nearly enough!” Ish’Nekru fumed. She could barely move. She had collected the skull, her favorite lover, and had just picked up the orb. The platter Randal had used to place it in its plinth, fell to the floor with a clatter. Only Ish’Nekru heard it fall.
She slowly turned her head to look at the crown, gold, like the other relics. Instruments of her rank and power. “Gold!” she tho
The ruins appeared on the riverbanks, midafternoon on her sixth day of travel. The captain was only too glad to see her leave. As the sailboat navigated back to mid-stream, he saw the witch throw back her hood, raise her arms high, scepter in hand, and exult.
She was back in the city of her enemy for the first time since she had destroyed it. A haunted place that all shunned. Hundreds of thousands
Reichman thought he was looking at a demon: a horridly ancient face with a huge mouth and white, cataract-filled eyes. When she spoke, he could see her filed teeth. What he couldn't know was that she was actually smiling — Lord Reid's flattery had been welcomed.
The war mage kept shouting, getting angry at the lack of response. “Where is that stupid handler?”
The Unbound stepped over to him; without a word, she smashed a huge fist down on top of his head. The mage crumpled, his body crushed. The crowd squealed in delighted shock.
“Oh,” said Rachael, surprised. “Crappy warding!” she added, as she turned away shrugging.
He struggled on; he'd barely slept, hadn't eaten in days. His face was gaunt beneath his long, unkempt red beard. He clutched the scepter, held out in front of him like a sword. Its chisel tip glowed blue.
As he approached the city, more travelers were on the road. These folks gave him a wide berth; the huge man, his clothing filthy and ragged, was clearly manic and dangerous.