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The monja's head swam with Thraah's instruction. Could it be this enemy captain was . . . helping her? Inconceivable. Unless, of course, she had in fact managed to pull some sway of mercy from Thraah. But a knot in her stomach told her the captain might well be negotiating terms in her own...

Faustina swallowed. In all her young life, she had never engaged in something like this before. By the captain's informal demeanour, it seemed her counterpart rarely engaged in diplomacy either. But when the boulder of a trebuchet had ended the commander's tale as a bloody smear against the...

Faustina del Morevo awaited patiently in camp, draped in the grey and gold robes of a monja: one ungifted in magic, but blessed in other areas. Her braided hair formed a thick halo about her head, the rest spilling down behind her in cresting, dark-brown waves, almost as long as her cloak...