Chapter 43.1: Penny Turns
The air had stilled and the trees quieted. Despite the shade, a stagnant warmth settled between the mimosas and other broad-leafed trees that composed the thicket, only adding to the claustrophobia that brewed in Penny’s gut. It was a different feeling than the serpentine knot that sat anxiously alongside it—gods, the two had become fast, stomach-turning friends.
Chapter 41.3: Perimeter Defenses
Penny pushed it all out of her mind and set her sights once more on the runaway guard. With a grimace she passed his companion, who still stared wide-eyed at the scene. Leaving him there would probably come back to bite her, but that lock-kneed idiot wasn’t the immediate threat.
Chapter 41.1: Time Up
If there was anything Christoff Veritas really knew, it was biding time. In some ways, his whole life had been a matter of biding time, just an endless series of events he’d waited for. While his father had lived, he’d sustained the man’s unrelenting training, just waiting for the day he’d perfect the spellcraft of the Veritas bloodline.
Chapter 40.2: Minkus’ Krewe
Minkus rounded the first bend in the ravine, glancing back to see the gates of the Vigil outpost disappear beyond the lichen-coated northern wall. Now he couldn’t even see the glimpses of it he’d been getting between thickets; it was just gone.
Chapter 40.1: Leadership
Chapter 39: Of Magic & Knapsacks
The group worked nearly through the night, pushing to shore up as many potential points of failure as possible while still using the lyssal isolate. They made sure every tube and manifold was capable of bearing a wide variety of flow pressures, even beyond their designed expectations, just in case the logic systems faltered.
