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The plaque itself offered nothing. Seydra regarded the plain copper plating, the words again etched with almost too-fine tell-tale grooves. He ran a finger across the riddle before turning and settling into a slow pace, absently counting the paces between the bricked walls. Low, aching pressure...

Inside the kitchens, Malak found Seyda buried under burst cloth sacks of cooking starch and corn flour, partially spread-eagle with bared feet sticking high in the air. Sauce pans, utensils, pots and heavy iron skillets were piled on him, beside the wreckage of a shattered storage shelf that’d...

“Mirth and wind, timber and shelter, stones and soil,” Seyda whispered, reaching up to touch at the lead glass and trace the silver cames securing the individual coloured panes in place. A facsimile of midsummer light poured through its frame, cast by an unknowable source that was doubtless as...

Seyda paced the length of the small rock plinth, rubbing at his neck scruff. Save for the heat-etched plaque, another slightly bevelled plate of burnished bronze, the plinth was nondescript, with precisely hewn spartan lines carved, chiselled, and sanded to an almost limestone bright finish...

Fade was slack on the floor, bleeding empty where Malak’s sword point had poked through his ribs. Man-Bun was fully poleaxed, lips split and showing a broken tooth and red gums. The slam-punch could have been enough to break Man-Bun’s skull free of his neck but Seyda wasn’t near enough to tell...

“Share what I seek…” Seyda whispered. In the dry, funerary air, his voice carried no farther than a hands breadth. The bare walls, all white stone and smoothed despite great antiquity, refracted strange glows of light. That boddy with its elegant grotesquery somehow complemented the chambers’...

“Rent.” A heavy hand pounded the worn and well grooved cutting boards beside the wash basin. Seyda looked up and pulled his arms out of near-scalding water, laced with suds from wrist to elbow. Mistress McDoogl, master of the Green Hound, fifth in a long line of matriarchal proprietors, was a...

Seyda Biographical information Birthplace A quiet wool and tabac village, where the trees of the Falwood thin and meet with the great plains. Born Died Age 20 Home Alliria ...