Isaac woke to a hand over his mouth. Garridan’s face was oppressively close, and he could feel the assassin’s hot breath spread across his cheek.

“If you want to live, you will listen to me very carefully,” he whispered. Continue reading →

“How not good?”

“I…I don’t know. How do you feel?”

“Like a rock jammed itself halfway through my side.”

“But not like you’re dying?” Continue reading →

It had been an inauspicious start to the merging of the Houses. Holden had arrived with Blakely still in disarray, gripped in a mania, vendors and customers more likely exchanging gossip than coin in the aftermath. Continue reading →