Exile's Honor v(-1 Read online

Page 2


  These people didn't have a chance.

  The bandits drew closer, under the cover of a brush-filled ravine.

  Alberich found himself on Silver's back, without knowing how he'd gotten there, without remembering that he'd flung saddle and bridle back on the beast—

  No, not bridle; Silver still wore the halter he'd had on the picket line. Alberich's bugle was in his hand; presumably he'd blown the muster, for his men were running toward him, buckling on swords and slinging quivers over their shoulders.

  Blinding flash of sapphire—throwing him back into the vision, showing him what he would rather not see. He knew what was coming, so why must he see it?

  The bandits attacked the village walls, overpowering the poor man who was trying to bar the gate against them, and swarming inside. He couldn't close his eyes to it; the vision came through eyes closed or open. He would look because he had no choice.

  It hadn't happened yet, he knew that with the surety with which he knew his own name. It wasn't even going to happen in the next few moments. But it was going to happen soon.

  They poured inside, cutting down anyone who resisted them, then throwing off what little restraint they had shown and launching into an orgy of looting and rapine. Alberich gagged as one of them grabbed a pregnant woman and with a single slash of his sword, murdered the child that ran to try and protect her, followed through to her—

  The vision released him, and he found himself surrounded by dust and thunder, still on Silver's back—

  —but leaning over the stallion's neck as now he led his troops up the road to the village of Sunsdale at full gallop. Hooves pounded the packed earth of the road, making it impossible to hear or speak; the vibration thrummed into his bones as he shifted his weight with the stallion's turns. Silver ran easily, with no sign of distress, though all around him and behind him the other horses streamed saliva from the corners of their mouths, and their flanks ran with sweat and foam, as they strained to keep up.

  The lack of a bit didn't seem to make any difference to the stallion; he answered to neck-rein and knee so readily he might have been anticipating Alberich's thoughts.

  Alberich dismissed the uneasy feelings that prompted. Better not to think that he might have a second witch-power along with the first. He'd never shown any ability to control beasts by thought before. There was no reason to think he could now. The stallion was just superbly trained, that was all. And he had more important things to worry about.

  They topped the crest of a hill; Sunsdale lay atop the next one, just as he had seen in his vision, and the brush-filled ravine beyond it.

  There was no sign of trouble.

  This time it's been a wild hare, he thought, and his skin crawled at the thought that he'd roused the men and sent them here at the gallop, and there were sure to be questions asked for which he had no answers.

  And I answer what? That I wanted to see how quick they'd respond to an emergency? That would hardly serve.

  He was just about to pull Silver up and bring the rest of his men to a halt—no point in them running their horses into foundering—

  When a flash of sunlight on metal betrayed the bandits' location.

  Alberich grabbed for the bugle dangling from his left wrist instead, and pulled his blade with the right. He sounded the charge and led the entire troop down the hill, an unstoppable torrent of hooves and steel, hitting the brigands' hidden line like an avalanche.

  «»

  Sword in hand, Alberich limped wearily to another body sprawled amid the rocks and trampled weeds of the ravine, and thrust it through to make death certain. His sword felt heavy and unwieldy, his stomach churned, and there was a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't think he was going to lose control of his guts, but he was glad he was almost at the end of the battle line. He hated this part of the fighting—which wasn't fighting at all; it was nothing more than butchery.

  But it was necessary. This scum was just as likely to be feigning death as to actually be dead. Other officers hadn't been that thorough—and hadn't lived long enough to regret it.

  Silver was being fed and watered along with the rest of the mounts by the youngsters of Sunsdale; the finest fodder and clearest spring water, and a round dozen young boys to brush and curry them clean. And the men were being fed and made much of by the older villagers. Gratitude had made them forgetful of the loss of their weapons and many of their men. Suddenly the army that had conscripted their relatives was no longer their adversary. Or else, since the troops had arrived out of nowhere like Vengeance of the Sunlord Himself, they assumed the One God had a hand in it, and it would be prudent to resign themselves to the sacrifice. And meanwhile, the instrument of their rescue probably ought to be well treated.

  Except for the Captain, who was doing a dirty job he refused to assign to anyone else.

  Alberich made certain of two more corpses and looked dully around for more.

  There weren't any, and he decided, when he spotted a pool of clear rainwater a little farther down the ravine, that he had to wash. He had to get the blood off his hands and the stink of death out of his nostrils.

  He picked his way down the rocks to the pool—not rainwater, after all, but fed by a tiny trickle of a spring, a mere thread of clear water that didn't even stir the surface of the pool.

  He bent over it, and caught his own reflection staring back at him. A sober fellow, with a face of sharp planes and uncompromising angles; a stubborn mouth, his mother had always said, and eyes that stared unnervingly back at him. "Hawk eyes," said some; with a fierce and direct gaze. Dark hair, cut as short as possible to fit beneath a helm's padding. Skin burned dark by the sun. He looked at the reflection as if he was looking at a stranger, hunting for—what? The taint of witchery?

  He saw only a toughened man with eyes that looked—perhaps—a trifle haunted. Suddenly, he didn't want to look anymore—or more closely. Introspection is for poets. Not men like me.

  He bent quickly to wash, disrupting the reflection. When he straightened to shake the water off his arms and face, he saw to his surprise that the sun was hardly more than a finger's breadth from the horizon. Shadows already filled the ravine, the evening breeze had picked up, and it was getting chilly. Last year's weeds tossed in the freshening wind as he gazed around at the long shadows cast by the scrubby trees. More time had passed than he thought, and if he didn't hurry, he was going to be late for SunDescending.

  He scrambled over the slippery rocks of the ravine, cursing under his breath as his boots (meant for riding) skidded on the smooth, rounded boulders. The last thing he needed now was to be late for a holy service, especially this one. The priest here was bound to ask him for a thanks-prayer for the victory. If he was late, it would look as if he was arrogantly attributing the victory to his own abilities, and not the Hand of the Sunlord. And with an accusation like that hanging over his head, he'd be in danger not only of being deprived of his current rank, but of being demoted into the ranks, with no chance of promotion, a step up from stable-hand, but not a big one.

  He fought his way over the edge, and half-ran, half-limped to the village gates, reaching them just as the sun touched the horizon. He put a little more speed into his weary, aching legs, and got to the edge of the crowd in the village square a scant breath before the priest began the First Chant.

  He bowed his head with the others, and not until he raised his head at the end of it did he realize that the robes the priest wore were not black, but red. This was no mere village priest—this was a Voice!

  He suppressed his start of surprise, and the shiver of fear that followed it. He didn't know what this village meant, or what had happened to require posting a Voice here, but there was little wonder now why they had submitted so tamely to the taking of their men and the confiscation of their weapons. No one sane would contradict a Voice.

  The Voice held up his hand, and got instant silence; a silence so profound that the sounds of the horses stamping and whickering on the picket line came clea
rly over the walls. In the distance, a few lonely birds called, and the breeze rustled through the new leaves of the trees in the ravine. Alberich longed suddenly to be able to mount Silver and ride away from here, far away from the machinations of Voices and the omnipresent smell of death and blood. He yearned for somewhere clean, somewhere that he wouldn't have to guard his back from those he should be able to trust.

  "Today this village was saved from certain destruction," the Voice said, his words ringing out, but without passion, without any inflection whatsoever. "And for that, we offer thanks-giving to Vkandis Sunlord, Most High, One God, to whom all things are known. The instrument of that salvation was Captain Alberich, who mustered his men in time to catch our attackers in the very act. It seems a miracle—"

  During the speech, some of the men had been moving closer to Alberich, grouping themselves around him to bask in the admiration of the villagers.

  Or so he thought. Until the Voice's tone hardened, and his next words proved their real intent.

  "It seems a miracle—but it was not!" he thundered. "You were saved by the power of the One God, whose wrath destroyed the bandits, but Alberich betrayed the Sunlord by using the unholy powers of witchcraft! Seize him!"

  His heart froze, but his body acted, and he whirled. The men grabbed him as he turned to run, throwing him to the ground and pinning him with superior numbers. He fought them anyway, struggling furiously, until someone brought the hilt of a knife down on the back of his head.

  He didn't black out altogether, but he couldn't move or see; his eyes wouldn't focus, and a gray film obscured everything. He felt himself being dragged off by the arms—heaved into darkness—felt himself hitting a hard surface—heard the slamming of a door.

  Then heard only confused murmurs as he lay in shadows, trying to regain his senses and his strength. Gradually, his sight cleared, and he could make out walls on all sides of him, close enough to touch. The last light of dusk made thin blue lines of the cracks between each board. He raised his aching head cautiously, and made out the dim outline of an ill-fitting door. The floor, clearly, was dirt. And smelled unmistakably of other fowl birds.

  They must have thrown him into some kind of shed, something that had once held chickens or pigeons. It didn't now, for the dirt floor was clean and packed as hard as rock. He was under no illusions that this meant his prison would be easy to escape; out here, the chicken-sheds were frequently built better than the houses, for chickens were more valuable than children. Children ate; chickens and eggs were to be eaten.

  Still, once darkness descended, it might be possible to get away. If he could overpower whatever guards the Voice had placed around him. If he could find a way out of the shed!

  If he could get past the Voice himself. There were stories that the Voices had other powers than plucking the thoughts from a man's head—stories that they commanded the services of demons tamed by the Sunlord—and he knew those stories were true. He'd heard the Night-demons ranging through the dark, off in the far distance. No dog ever produced those wails, no wolf howled like that, and no owl conjured those bone-chilling shrieks from its throat. And once, from a distance, he'd seen the result of one of those hunts. Whatever the demons had left behind wasn't human anymore....

  While he lay there gathering his wits, another smell invaded the shed, overpowering even the stench of old bird-droppings. A sharp, thick smell. It took a moment for him to recognize it.

  But when he did, he clawed his way up the wall he'd been thrown against, to stand wide-eyed in the darkness, nails digging into the wood behind him, heart pounding with stark terror.

  Oil. They had poured earth-oil, the kind that bubbled up in black, sticky pools around here, around the foundations, splashed it up against the sides of the shed. And now he heard them out there, bringing piles of dry brush and wood to stack against the walls. The punishment for witchery was burning, and they were taking no chances; they were going to burn him now.

  The noises outside stopped; the murmur of voices faded as his captors moved away—

  Then the Voice called out, once—a set of three sharp, angry words—

  And every crack and crevice in the building was outlined in yellow and red, as the entire shed was engulfed in flames from outside.

  Alberich cried out, and staggered away from the wall he'd been leaning against. The shed was bigger than he'd thought—but not big enough to protect him. The oil they'd spread so profligately made the flames burn hotter, and the wood of the shed was old, weathered, and probably dry. Within moments, the very air scorched him; he hid his mouth in a fold of his shirt, but his lungs burned with every breath. His eyes streamed tears of pain as he turned, burning, staggering, searching for an escape that didn't exist.

  One of the walls burned through, showing the flames leaping from the wood and brush piled beyond it. He couldn't hear anything but the roar of the flames. At any moment now, the roof would cave in, burying him in burning debris—

  :Look out!:

  How he heard the warning—or how he knew to stagger back as far as he could without being incinerated on the spot, he did not know. But a heartbeat after that warning shout in his mind, a hole opened up in the side of the shed with a crash. Then a huge, silver-white shadow lofted through the hole in the burning wall, and landed beside him. It was still wearing his saddle and hackamore—

  And it turned huge, impossibly blue eyes on him as he stood there gaping at it. It? No. Him.

  :On!: the stallion snapped at him. :The roof's about to go!:

  Whatever fear he had of the beast, he was more afraid of a death by burning. With hands that screamed with pain, he grabbed the saddle-bow and threw himself onto it. He hadn't even found the stirrups when the stallion turned on his hind feet. There was a crack of collapsing wood, as fire engulfed them. Burning thatch fell before and behind them, sparks showering as the air was sucked into the blaze, hotter....

  But, amazingly, no fire licked at his flesh once he had mounted....

  Alberich sobbed with relief as the cool air surged into his lungs—the stallion's hooves hit the ground beyond the flames, and he gasped with pain as he was flung forward against the saddlebow.

  Then the real pain began, the torture of half-scorched skin, and the broken bones of his capture, jarred into agony by the stallion's headlong gallop into the night. The beast thundered toward the villagers, and they screamed and parted before it; soldiers and Voice alike were caught unaware, and not one of them raised a weapon in time to stop the flight.

  :Stay on,: the stallion ordered grimly into his mind as the darkness was shattered by the red lightning of his own pain. :Stay on, stay with me; we have a long way to go before we're safe. Stay with me....:

  Safe where? he wanted to ask, but there was no way to ask around the pain. All he could do was to hang on, and hope he could do what the horse wanted.

  Through the darkness, under a moonless sky, through cold that froze him as his burns made him feverish. Pain became a constant; he'd have screamed, but he hadn't the strength, wept, but his eyes were too sore and dry. Yet Alberich was no stranger to pain; it could be endured, and he would endure it. It could be conquered; he would not allow it to conquer him.

  Somewhere in the midst of the living nightmare, came the thought that if he lived through this, his own mother would never recognize him, he'd been burned so badly. He would forever wear a face seamed by scars.

  An eternity later—dawn rising as red as the flames that had nearly killed him—the stallion had slowed to a walk. Dawn was on their right, which meant that the stallion was heading north, across the border, into the witch-kingdom of Valdemar. Which only made sense, since what he'd thought was a horse had turned out to be one of the blue-eyed witch-beasts....

  None of it mattered. Now that the stallion had slowed to a walk, his pain had dulled, but he was exhausted and out of any energy to think or even feel with. What could the witches do to him, after all? Kill him? At the moment, that would be a kindness, and anyway,
it was only what his own people wanted to do to him....

  The stallion stopped, and he looked up, trying to see through the film that had come over his vision. At first he thought he was seeing double; two white witch-beasts and two white-clad riders blocked the road. But then he realized that there were two of them, hastily dismounting, reaching for him.

  He let himself slide down into their hands, hearing nothing he could understand, only a babble of strange syllables.

  Then, in his mind—

  :Can you hear me?:

  :I—what?: he replied, without thinking.

  :Taver says his name's Alberich,: came a second voice in his head :Alberich? Can you stay with us a little longer? We need to get you to a Healer. You're going into shock; fight it for us. Your Companion will help you, if you let him.:

  His what? He shook his head; not in negation, in puzzlement. Where was he? All his life he'd heard that the witches of Valdemar were evil—but—

  :And all our lives we've heard that nothing comes out of Karse but brigands and bad weather,: said the first voice, full of concern, but with an edge of humor to it. He shook his head again and peered up at the person supporting him on his right. A woman, older than he, with many laugh lines etched around her generous mouth. She seemed to fit that first voice in his head, somehow... she was smaller than he, diminutive in fact, but she had an aura of authority that was all out of proportion to her height.

 

    Apex: A Hunter Novel Read onlineApex: A Hunter NovelChoices Read onlineChoicesBy Slanderous Tongues Read onlineBy Slanderous TonguesSpy, Spy Again Read onlineSpy, Spy AgainEye Spy Read onlineEye SpyBeyond Read onlineBeyondThe Snow Queen Read onlineThe Snow QueenBriarheart Read onlineBriarheartBedlam Boyz Read onlineBedlam BoyzThe Mage Wars Read onlineThe Mage WarsCloser to Home: Book One of Herald Spy Read onlineCloser to Home: Book One of Herald SpyA Tale of the Five Hundred Kingdoms, Volume 2 Read onlineA Tale of the Five Hundred Kingdoms, Volume 2The Case of the Spellbound Child Read onlineThe Case of the Spellbound ChildThe Gates of Sleep em-3 Read onlineThe Gates of Sleep em-3Oathbreaker v(vah-2 Read onlineOathbreaker v(vah-2Valdemar 06 - [Exile 02] - Exile’s Valor Read onlineValdemar 06 - [Exile 02] - Exile’s ValorBeyond World's End Read onlineBeyond World's EndTo Light a Candle Read onlineTo Light a CandleBlade of Empire Read onlineBlade of EmpireThe Outstretched Shadow ou(tom-1 Read onlineThe Outstretched Shadow ou(tom-1REBOOTS Read onlineREBOOTSFrom a High Tower Read onlineFrom a High TowerMusic to My Sorrow Read onlineMusic to My SorrowCrucible Read onlineCrucibleSilence Read onlineSilenceSword of Ice v(-11 Read onlineSword of Ice v(-11Crossroads and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-101 Read onlineCrossroads and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-101Under The Vale And Other Tales Of Valdemar v(-105 Read onlineUnder The Vale And Other Tales Of Valdemar v(-105Moving Targets and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-102 Read onlineMoving Targets and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-102The House of the Four Winds: Book One of One Dozen Daughters Read onlineThe House of the Four Winds: Book One of One Dozen DaughtersValdemar 06 - [Exile 01] - Exile’s Honor Read onlineValdemar 06 - [Exile 01] - Exile’s HonorJolene Read onlineJoleneNovel - Arcanum 101 (with Rosemary Edghill) Read onlineNovel - Arcanum 101 (with Rosemary Edghill)Tempest Read onlineTempestShadow of the Lion hoa-1 Read onlineShadow of the Lion hoa-1To Light A Candle ou(tom-2 Read onlineTo Light A Candle ou(tom-2Arrow's Fall Read onlineArrow's FallBastion Read onlineBastionSnow Queen fhk-4 Read onlineSnow Queen fhk-4A Tail of Two SKittys s-2 Read onlineA Tail of Two SKittys s-2The Gates of Sleep Read onlineThe Gates of SleepThis Scepter'd Isle Read onlineThis Scepter'd IsleTwo-Edged Blade v(bts-2 Read onlineTwo-Edged Blade v(bts-2A Host of Furious Fancies Read onlineA Host of Furious FanciesElite: A Hunter novel Read onlineElite: A Hunter novelCrown of Vengeance dpt-1 Read onlineCrown of Vengeance dpt-1The White Gryphon v(mw-2 Read onlineThe White Gryphon v(mw-2Owlsight v(dt-2 Read onlineOwlsight v(dt-2Silence - eARC Read onlineSilence - eARCThe Robin And The Kestrel bv-2 Read onlineThe Robin And The Kestrel bv-2Fairy Godmother fhk-1 Read onlineFairy Godmother fhk-1Burdens of the Dead Read onlineBurdens of the DeadWintermoon Read onlineWintermoonValdemar 09 - [Mage Winds 01] - Winds of Fate Read onlineValdemar 09 - [Mage Winds 01] - Winds of FateCollision: Book Four in the Secret World Chronicle - eARC Read onlineCollision: Book Four in the Secret World Chronicle - eARCThe River's Gift Read onlineThe River's GiftThe Eagle & the Nightingales: Bardic Voices, Book III Read onlineThe Eagle & the Nightingales: Bardic Voices, Book IIIPathways Read onlinePathwaysThis Rough Magic Read onlineThis Rough MagicTake a Thief Read onlineTake a ThiefMuch Fall of Blood-ARC Read onlineMuch Fall of Blood-ARCSacred Ground Read onlineSacred GroundOathblood Read onlineOathbloodChanging the World Read onlineChanging the WorldSun in Glory and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-100 Read onlineSun in Glory and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-100[500 Kingdoms 04] - The Snow Queen Read online[500 Kingdoms 04] - The Snow QueenLark and Wren Read onlineLark and WrenA Scandal in Battersea Read onlineA Scandal in BatterseaBeauty and the Werewolf fhk-6 Read onlineBeauty and the Werewolf fhk-6Moontide (five hundred kingdoms) Read onlineMoontide (five hundred kingdoms)The Black Swan Read onlineThe Black SwanFour and Twenty Blackbirds bv-4 Read onlineFour and Twenty Blackbirds bv-4Stolen Silver (valdemar (05)) Read onlineStolen Silver (valdemar (05))No True Way Read onlineNo True WayOne Good Knight Read onlineOne Good KnightThe Chrome Borne Read onlineThe Chrome BorneWhen Darkness Falls Read onlineWhen Darkness FallsThe Fairy Godmother Read onlineThe Fairy GodmotherFoundation Read onlineFoundationFinding the Way and Other Tales of Valdemar Read onlineFinding the Way and Other Tales of ValdemarHome From the Sea: An Elemental Masters Novel Read onlineHome From the Sea: An Elemental Masters NovelDragon's Teeth Read onlineDragon's TeethBrightly Burning Read onlineBrightly BurningRevolution: Book Three of the Secret World Chronicle - eARC Read onlineRevolution: Book Three of the Secret World Chronicle - eARCThe Outstretched Shadow Read onlineThe Outstretched ShadowVictories Read onlineVictoriesGwenhwyfar Read onlineGwenhwyfarFour and Twenty Blackbirds Read onlineFour and Twenty BlackbirdsMagic's Promise v(lhm-2 Read onlineMagic's Promise v(lhm-2The Last Herald-Mage Trilogy Read onlineThe Last Herald-Mage TrilogyChanging the World: All-New Tales of Valdemar v(-103 Read onlineChanging the World: All-New Tales of Valdemar v(-103Elementary Read onlineElementaryCastle of Deception bt-1 Read onlineCastle of Deception bt-1Storm Breaking v(ms-3 Read onlineStorm Breaking v(ms-3The white gryphon Read onlineThe white gryphonCloser to the Heart Read onlineCloser to the HeartMad Maudlin Read onlineMad MaudlinReserved for the Cat em-6 Read onlineReserved for the Cat em-6Sanctuary dj-3 Read onlineSanctuary dj-3The Wizard of London em-5 Read onlineThe Wizard of London em-5Kerowyn's Ride v(bts-1 Read onlineKerowyn's Ride v(bts-1Owlknight v(dt-3 Read onlineOwlknight v(dt-3Dragon's Teeth [Martis series 2] Read onlineDragon's Teeth [Martis series 2]The Otherworld Read onlineThe OtherworldInvasion: Book One of the Secret World Chronicle-ARC Read onlineInvasion: Book One of the Secret World Chronicle-ARCIll Met by Moonlight Read onlineIll Met by MoonlightChanges Read onlineChangesNo True Way: All-New Tales of Valdemar (Tales of Valdemar Series Book 8) Read onlineNo True Way: All-New Tales of Valdemar (Tales of Valdemar Series Book 8)Redoubt Read onlineRedoubtValdemar Anthology - [Tales of Valdemar 02] - Sun in Glory and Other Tales of Valdemar Read onlineValdemar Anthology - [Tales of Valdemar 02] - Sun in Glory and Other Tales of ValdemarMagic's Pawn v(lhm-1 Read onlineMagic's Pawn v(lhm-1Sanctuary Read onlineSanctuaryThe Oathbound Read onlineThe OathboundExile's Honor v(-1 Read onlineExile's Honor v(-1Nightside [Diana Tregarde series] Read onlineNightside [Diana Tregarde series]The black gryphon Read onlineThe black gryphonBy Tooth and Claw - eARC Read onlineBy Tooth and Claw - eARCThe Fire Rose em-1 Read onlineThe Fire Rose em-1Arrow's Flight Read onlineArrow's FlightSpirits White as Lightning Read onlineSpirits White as LightningShip Who Searched Read onlineShip Who SearchedThe Silver Gryphon v(mw-3 Read onlineThe Silver Gryphon v(mw-3Phoenix and Ashes em-4 Read onlinePhoenix and Ashes em-4Sleeping Beauty fhk-5 Read onlineSleeping Beauty fhk-5Crossroads and Other Tales of Valdemar Read onlineCrossroads and Other Tales of ValdemarTake A Thief v(-3 Read onlineTake A Thief v(-3The Sleeping Beauty Read onlineThe Sleeping BeautyWinds Of Fury v(mw-3 Read onlineWinds Of Fury v(mw-3Valdemar 11 - [Owl Mage 03] - Owlknight Read onlineValdemar 11 - [Owl Mage 03] - OwlknightWing Commander: Freedom Flight Read onlineWing Commander: Freedom FlightAerie Read onlineAerieThe Eagle And The Nightingales bv-3 Read onlineThe Eagle And The Nightingales bv-3Beauty and the Werewolf Read onlineBeauty and the WerewolfAlta dj-2 Read onlineAlta dj-2Unnatural Issue Read onlineUnnatural IssueA Study in Sable Read onlineA Study in SableThe Black Gryphon v(mw-1 Read onlineThe Black Gryphon v(mw-1Alta Read onlineAltaBlue Heart v(-2 Read onlineBlue Heart v(-2Exile's Valor v(-2 Read onlineExile's Valor v(-2Hunter Read onlineHunterWinds Of Fate v(mw-1 Read onlineWinds Of Fate v(mw-1Owlflight Read onlineOwlflightMagic's Promise Read onlineMagic's PromiseOathbound v(vah-1 Read onlineOathbound v(vah-1A Better Mousetrap s-4 Read onlineA Better Mousetrap s-4Joust dj-1 Read onlineJoust dj-1Born to Run Read onlineBorn to RunIntrigues v(cc-2 Read onlineIntrigues v(cc-2SCat s-3 Read onlineSCat s-3Home From The Sea: The Elemental Masters, Book Seven Read onlineHome From The Sea: The Elemental Masters, Book SevenSacrifices Read onlineSacrificesThe Bartered Brides (Elemental Masters) Read onlineThe Bartered Brides (Elemental Masters)Magic's Price v(lhm-3 Read onlineMagic's Price v(lhm-3Fortune s Fool Read onlineFortune s FoolMagic's Pawn Read onlineMagic's PawnOathblood v(vah-3 Read onlineOathblood v(vah-3The Robin and the Kestrel Read onlineThe Robin and the KestrelThe Price Of Command v(bts-3 Read onlineThe Price Of Command v(bts-3Valdemar 07 - Take a Thief Read onlineValdemar 07 - Take a ThiefThe Serpent's Shadow em-2 Read onlineThe Serpent's Shadow em-2The Wizard of Karres wok-2 Read onlineThe Wizard of Karres wok-2Storm Warning v(ms-1 Read onlineStorm Warning v(ms-1Charmed Destinies Read onlineCharmed DestiniesMagic 101 (A Diana Tregarde Investigation) Read onlineMagic 101 (A Diana Tregarde Investigation)Steadfast Read onlineSteadfastCloser to the Chest Read onlineCloser to the ChestSKitty s-1 Read onlineSKitty s-1Nebula Awards Showcase 2016 Read onlineNebula Awards Showcase 2016Storm rising Read onlineStorm risingFortune's Fool Read onlineFortune's FoolMagic's price Read onlineMagic's priceValdemar 11 - [Owl Mage 02] - Owlsight Read onlineValdemar 11 - [Owl Mage 02] - OwlsightStorm Rising v(ms-2 Read onlineStorm Rising v(ms-2Lark and Wren bv-1 Read onlineLark and Wren bv-1Under the Vale and Other Tales of Valdemar Read onlineUnder the Vale and Other Tales of ValdemarStorm Warning Read onlineStorm WarningThe Wizard of London Read onlineThe Wizard of LondonOwlknight Read onlineOwlknightRevolution: Book Three of the Secret World Chronicle Read onlineRevolution: Book Three of the Secret World ChronicleFIERCE: Sixteen Authors of Fantasy Read onlineFIERCE: Sixteen Authors of FantasyThe Shadow of the Lion Read onlineThe Shadow of the LionValdemar 05 - [Vows & Honor 02] - Oathbreakers Read onlineValdemar 05 - [Vows & Honor 02] - OathbreakersAnd Less Than Kind Read onlineAnd Less Than KindThe Obsidian Mountain Trilogy Read onlineThe Obsidian Mountain TrilogyApex Read onlineApexWerehunter (anthology) Read onlineWerehunter (anthology)Winds of Change Read onlineWinds of ChangeSatanic, Versus [Diana Tregarde series] Read onlineSatanic, Versus [Diana Tregarde series]Elemental Magic: All-New Tales of the Elemental Masters Read onlineElemental Magic: All-New Tales of the Elemental MastersJoust Read onlineJoustIntrigues: Book Two of the Collegium Chronicles (a Valdemar Novel) Read onlineIntrigues: Book Two of the Collegium Chronicles (a Valdemar Novel)A Ghost of a Chance bv-1 Read onlineA Ghost of a Chance bv-1The Demon's Den v(-12 Read onlineThe Demon's Den v(-12Moving Targets and Other Tales of Valdemar Read onlineMoving Targets and Other Tales of ValdemarOwlflight v(dt-1 Read onlineOwlflight v(dt-1Brightly Burning v(-10 Read onlineBrightly Burning v(-10Winds Of Change v(mw-2 Read onlineWinds Of Change v(mw-2Winds of Fury Read onlineWinds of FurySword of Ice and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-100 Read onlineSword of Ice and Other Tales of Valdemar v(-100Changes v(cc-3 Read onlineChanges v(cc-3Aerie dj-4 Read onlineAerie dj-4The Wizard of Karres Read onlineThe Wizard of KarresSword Sworn [Vows EBOOK_TITLE Honor series] Read onlineSword Sworn [Vows EBOOK_TITLE Honor series]Storm breaking Read onlineStorm breakingValdemar 03 - [Collegium 01] - Foundation Read onlineValdemar 03 - [Collegium 01] - FoundationRedoubt: Book Four of the Collegium Chronicles (A Valdemar Novel) Read onlineRedoubt: Book Four of the Collegium Chronicles (A Valdemar Novel)Novel - Dead Reckoning (with Rosemary Edghill) Read onlineNovel - Dead Reckoning (with Rosemary Edghill)Reserved for the Cat Read onlineReserved for the Cat