Category: Sword and Sorcery

Prologue No one expects a dead man to walk through the front door. This time was no different. The dozen patrons of the Soul’s Lament went silent as the cobbled door whined on its hinges, and Izrak Laav crossed over the threshold, ducking his head as he passed inside. A trio of men, grim faces flushed, eyes glazed in a half-drunken stupor, sat at a table near the door. Shifting in their chairs as the dead man approached, they whispered as quivering hands hovered over unseen knives. Izrak glanced at the vagrants, the iron studs of his jerkin and mail…

A Prelude to A Valley of Shadow. Skip to Part One. Lord Yemor slumped onto a log the villains had conceived to use as a bench. Peasants. How is it that these sorts never consider stealing decent furniture? The lord wondered what price he would now pay for anything bearing a cushion. A grimace parted Yemor’s lips as he looked at the dead man sitting across from him. He had not even considered what price the corpse would demand. This undead churl will undoubtedly try to ransom me himself. “They were waiting for us.” Yemor drank from a half-empty wineskin,…