I give them my best professional smile. I’m not sure I manage very well in my current state. “Are you traveling to the Capitol?” I ask the woman “Was gonna,” She sniffs, glaring at the younger man “Till somebody made false claims of their horses’ health!” “I have to go there too,” I say, before t
Two days passed slowly. I did my best to sleep the whole way to Fenrir, but I’ve long since lost whatever it is that makes people succumb to sleep. Instead, my hours pass in a whirlwind of thoughts. What could the Church have to do with me now? When it did not care as I traveled across the country
I can almost taste the hostility in the air. These people really do believe priests are men of the Goddess. Moon save this damned Empire. The Bishop’s face hardens “Curses run rampant in Fenrir, tormenting the good people.” “So I’ve heard.” I glance at the veiled balconies, all the people there R
I can’t sleep. I lay in the narrow bed with Lydia at my side, snoring. On a mat on her side of the floor is Gunter, sleeping soundly. I sit up, feeling nauseous. It’s the second night of our travels, and despite my string of hope that I might be randomly teleported to my own world, it hasn’t happ
“Twenty coppers says his head gets smashed if I throw him to the wall!” The man who’s holding the kid asks loudly “Thirty!” “Fifty!” Before I can process what the hell they’re doing, the first man grins with sharp teeth, and then hurls the kid to the opposite wall. I’m moving before I know it, e
“What’d you say, hag?” He growls “Look at her mark,” Lydia moves over to where Gunther is crouched, holding onto him “Look if you don’t believe me!” What? My world tilts once more as harsh fingers shove the sleeves of my coat and shirt, until the ink that spirals from down my wrist nearly all the
“Oh, hush now Dinah,” Lydia wraps me in a hug “You must’ve been so scared. Don’t worry about Gunther! My man’s tough.” “Lydia’s right,” Gunther says as his wife steps away “Don’t fret. It’s getting colder, get in the wagon, both of you.” As Gunther said, we found another place to stay. An old wido
"I heard he travelled the whole empire looking for witches and warlocks," I put in, voicing the words like a curious, ignorant kid "Is that true? Did he hunt them all on his own?" "He did," Lydia says, but not fondly or proudly. She sounds apprehensive, almost fearful "Gunther and I were in Vynx wh