vitae

The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by what would no doubt later be described as a manly shout of astonishment, though those who heard it in person would liken it more to a shriek. Wrapped in the lithe arms of his body guard, diplomat Menoric Conniel of the Vitae Alliance wasn't...

Thirteen years. Thirteen years he had been wandering through the world, a man without a home. Most of that time he had spent serving his patron god, Varos. Not in the way that a temple priest might, sending prayers and offerings to a statue or likeness, but as an agent of the Vitae Court...

If ever Tharu thought that he needed an alternative to the grandiose and massive Grovehaven Castle, then the small patch of land that the Brothers Vitae inhabited would likely be such a home away from home. The Hidden Estate as they called it, rested on a small patch of fertile land within the...

For the first time since he'd accepted the title of Ambassador, Tharu San'Seya didn't feel as though he was being sent into a hopeless situation as the brilliant white mare carried him across the vast, wide Ixchel expanse. Every other court that he sought to visit accepted him merely because of...

There was a pounding in his ears and his heart, the drums of war constantly beating for the silver Vitae lord. Too long he had ignored their rhythm and sat idly in his grand hall. Sure the Zorren god of war had patronized tournaments and listened to prayers aplenty, but too long he had denied...