I can mix a hundred different herbs and get a thousand different poisons, but only a few will give me a cure. I'm on trial number...

Havalar covered his nose against the stench of rot and decay while he hurried past the mass grave to the temple. Tears prickled his eyes...

“Oh, go dance on your mother’s grave, Heskal.”  “At least I had a mother,” he said, snapping the reins and pulling ahead of Alric. “Get...