“Lay on sail. Give it all we’ve got, lads. The sooner we make mainland, the sooner we be rid of the waif among us.” Hercule called out orders to the crew on the main deck, which sent men scurrying to their

“Is this the way it ends…?” Hercule Savoor stared at the knife splitting the sky to end his short life as he lay on his back on the ship’s deck. He’d finally been caught off guard. The notorious sea wolf

“Keep up now, Kaylie. Let’s not fall behind. The end of the road is waiting for us to arrive.” Cora encouraged her little girl, observing Kaylie’s slumping head from the unmasked heat of the sun and the

“Where is Cora? That’s the only question that matters now.” Regal said, pacing the grassy court beside the living area, disappearing and reappearing into Hercule’s view as he passed behind the several

“What was that?” Regal suddenly bolted upright in his chair at the loud crash that sounded above him. He turned his head and stared at the ceiling as if he could see through it through to the upstairs

“We are going where?” Hercule queried above a whisper at the back of the trio of smugglers. Aliyah and Regal in unison turned and shushed him. Hercule held up his palms defensively as if to say, ‘my bad’.

“We are almost there yet, yes?” Hercule’s words were slurred and mixed together as a man in a drunken stupor. The sun must be getting to him, he thought. There was no sun today, it hid behind lazy rows

“Where am I?” Khali woke up in the arms of Felix. She was groggy from just slipping out of unconsciousness, her vision was foggy, as if peering through a haze. But Khali felt her body jolting up and down,

“I admit defeat. You win this time, Cora.” Ferron said, bound and shuffling behind the three others as the walked down the path leading from the East gate into the mountains. Ferron’s head hung low in

“Come on, deary. It’s time to go. We have to leave now.” Cora rushed into the room, relieved to find her daughter alone and unharmed, nearly in the exact way as she had left her not an hour before. “Mommy

“Cora… It’s been a while.” The voice from beyond the castle portcullis gate was harshly intoned, weathered and scratchy, bearing the marks of a warrior’s life: hard living conditions, yelling orders from

“We’ll be late. Come on already, mama!” The little girl tugged at the sleeve of Cora’s lace top. The youngling was dressed in pink from the tiara on her head to the slippers on her feet, her rosy cheeks

“So this is what it feels like to be king.” Kane sat upon the Imperial throne of Kodia, having slain the puppet ruler of the Imperial dynasty and claimed the seat over Kodia as his own. Festus Kane wasn’t

“Are we there yet? Remember that one?” Regal called back to Hercule as the two walked the dirt highway to Jong Kabur: the capitol of evil in Kodia. “We used to say that to dad about a million times on

“Illith evye airiel cadu memocarth…” Khali’s voice chanted within her mind an ancient language she had forgotten that she knew: the tongue of the Galadharim of Sandruil. The words were an incantation of

“Die you beast!” Felix screamed, hurdling himself toward the netherform demon creature, flail in-tow. He really didn’t have a battle strategy. Just heated, unchecked rage and fury. He would destroy the

“Hold on, Khali! I’m coming… I’m coming.” Felix called through the wispy white haze of the spirit world. Flashes of white and black sparked around him in shards as if the materially of the spirit world

“Thank you for saving our lives.” Felix turned to see the voice had come from a young child, no older than five years of age. The little girl looked up at Felix, who knelt on the ground where he had brought

“Confound this miserable city.” Felix grumbled as he and Khali walked the dusty streets of Lucrid, a town northwest of the capitol. Not too close to be heavily influenced by the corrupt culture of Jong

“I am the reckoning. I am the final hour. I am the dawning of doom. I am the dark tower. I am the lion’s mane. I am the world’s bane. I am awakened. I am uncreated. I am unbound. I am death.” The chant