Like a vacation, Eirik thought without enthusiasm. He walked across the grounds, wondering if he might have gotten off easier if he’d thrown his lot in with Baltasar. Probably, he thought, but there was no use in speculating about it … Continue reading
The next morning, sunlight poked cautiously into Eirik’s room. Eirik grunted, rolled over, and went back to sleep. A knocking at his door roused him again, only a few minutes later. He grumbled and got out of bed, wondering … Continue reading
As she sailed in a lazy arc from the door of the casino toward the street, Rakel was forced to admit that things had not gone quite as she’d hoped. Of course, it had looked like they had been until … Continue reading
“Don’t let anybody but me in. If someone else does make it past the door, smash him.” Rakel pointed at Doorman’s club. Breezily, she continued. “Understand? Of course you do. Bar the door after we leave. Two! We’re going out!” … Continue reading
Anja made her way down through the tower with a spring in her step that could not be entirely explained by the gentle downward slope of the hallway. A smile kept forcing its way onto her face, and eventually she … Continue reading
“You are to be granted provisional admission.” Anja let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and anger at Ansgar Leifsson’s incongruous displeasure and relief at the Septumvirate’s decision fought a brief battle before the latter won out. … Continue reading
“Clearly, it worked,” Alvarsson prompted. “Yes. I didn’t expect it to go as smoothly as it did,” said Eirik. “Lord Andersson’s retinue made us a camp, and I began to work. Between restoring her body and returning her spirit to … Continue reading
“The beginning?” Baltasar suggested. Alvarsson was a bit more helpful. “With what you were doing to bring yourself in contact with the girl.” Eirik inclined his head a fraction. “At the request of the Guild, I was in Joarsgard for … Continue reading
Two’s body lay disassembled on the floor, and its head sat atop a nearby crate, watching Rakel work. She sat cross-legged by Two’s knees, a shin piece and a thigh piece in her lap. Her eyes were closed, hands resting … Continue reading
Rakel irritably refolded Henrik’s letter and stuffed it back into the envelope. The man had a finely-tuned ability to get under her skin, and it seemed to Rakel that he never missed a chance to use it. She reflected that … Continue reading
