DRUMS OF ATELAER

The woods were heavy with darkness and the canopy overhead created a shield from the night sky. It was the kind of pitch blackness that Capt

It felt like he had slept for ages when the veil pulled away from his gaze and for the first time Francis had full control over his limbs.

Pain, Francis found, had noise and color. It had taste too, bitter and metallic on his tongue.

Adamflint. Its essence lingered thick in the air, pushing through trees far enough to reach the Wiskusset 17th’s march. For some, the smell

For the first week and a half of his imprisonment all he knew was darkness. Adrian slept fitfully on the cold ground, trying to tuck up his

His hands had been crafted to heal and pump life into the chests of his patients. But now his fingers were slickened with blood...