A single mote of dust dislodges from the chamber’s ceiling. It does not follow the crazed, random path of loops and bends expected of such a mote, because there were no micro-currents of air flowing in the sealed environment of the crypt. Instead it makes a slow but direct path to the pristine metal floor.…

The assailing wind was so cold at the ridge of the valley that Yorrik arl Urberon can’t feel the heat of the piss staining his trousers. It wouldn’t do for his men to see steam rising from the crotch of their commander and seasoned warrior, but he could’ve used any little thing to raise his…

The paved square of the town is small. Anya is no more than twenty paces from the boy, who had obviously been stewing on her arrival for some time despite the early morning hour. But the multi-storey apartments, with their gabled, thatched , added a colosseum like atmosphere and gave the square a larger sense…