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“O, joyous morning to thee, Lady Jen!” Harv cried as I entered the chancellor’s living room. “How was thy night, my friend?” Paul offered to let us stay with him at his home after the meeting with the coven. As the alternative would’ve been either a stall in Chidi’s barn or returning to the floor of the bathhouse, we’d warily accepted the offer. I’d half expected to be shown a spare coffin to sleep in—and would’ve hopped right in it, too; I was dead on my feet—but the Nomad

The night Landon Kessler’s life ended, they played parcheesi. It was a very common sight around the dinner table on Wednesday nights....

“May the light of the suns guide you.” My eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice. A massive gray-blue expanse stretched out...

“Have you ever been on a bounty before?” “No.” I pulled at the collar of my gambeson, the sheep’s wool sweltering in the heat. “Got any...

“C'mon. You expect me to believe that load of milgak?” The Skiidarian's mandibles parted in his species' creepily threatening equivalent...

When I woke up that morning, the first sign that something was off was that I still had all my covers. I slowly raised my aching head...