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She Betrayed Murah
He was crossing the courtyard toward the small lake holding Winter’s Haven. The tiny lake I built the fortress around. He reached the floating alehouse and saw a shadow rounding from the back deck framing it.
He noticed the shapely curves but dismissed the idea it was Murah as quickly as he saw the shape. Not her.
Who?
She stepped under the torches framing the sign swaying above the alehouse.
Bell. Bellie? Billy? What’s her bloody name? He’d paid no attention when she’d introduced herself. Or any time after that. Only indulging her until Murah came into view.
And she serves me when Murah refuses.
What’s she doing out here? He tilted his head, curious.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” She said in a breathy voice.
Oh, that’s why.
Not a chance.
She reached a pale hand to caress his chest.
He dodged it. Rearing back. “What a
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King of the Seditious Blindsided
Savage alerted before daylight at the sound of a woman’s step entering his tent. Strange. This is usually when Murah is leaving not arriving. He was still. Waiting. The form lay behind him. Sliding closer. A slim hand wrapped around his side to flatten against his stomach. Not her touch. He instantly rolled to his opposite side. Catching the spike aimed for his lower back. Wrenching it from her fist as he moved. She tried to hold it. Following his momentum to land nearly atop him. He reflexively sunk the spike into her forehead. Slowing enough to stop it after piercing the skin. Before it split bone. He dragged it down between her brows and lightened the pressure as he tugged it down the side of her nose and to her jaw. Disloyal Wench. He caught the light of her blonde curls in the blackness. Though he’d already suspected it was she. She squealed in pain. I left Phalanx in Winter’s Haven. He
King of the Seditious Red Head to the Core
I didn’t intend that. He released it from his fingers. Too late. “You’re snatching my hair?” “No.” “Yes, you did.” I did. “But I didn’t intend to.” “You do many things you don’t intend to do, don’t you?” Damn every redhead born! He wanted to kiss her feisty mouth to silence. But she’ll fight like a hellcat. And neither of us will get a moment’s enjoyment from that…Well, I might. If I’m honest with myself… “Dimurah.” He warned. She rattled on, slinging accusations. Like a tree gnome thinking it’s ten-foot tall, hurling insults like rocks. He stared at the ceiling of his tent. Silently counting to calm his absent patience. “Are you quite finished!” He roared. “Nowhere near!” She shouted fearlessly. “It’s funny,” He shouted to get her attention as he leaned into her face as he often did. “That yo
King of the Seditious Word from a Mentor
Chavias looked up the road where Savage leaned against the bakery wall, near the storehouse. Tapping his forehead. “How’d you know I’d be here tonight?” “I didn’t. Stumbled across your tracks.” “Hmm.” How’d you know it was me? Chavias was somewhat doubtful. “Recognized the Targue following your boots.” “Ah.” Chavias nodded. Logical. “Can I ask you a question?” That’d be unusual for you. Chavias noted. “Best be quick. They’re not far behind.” “Oh, I left a woman for them to chase.” Savage dismissed. “You’re feeding them a live woman?” Chavias was horrified. Feeling a tinge of disappointment that the glimpses of humanity he’d seen in the younger man had been an illusion. “No.” Savage straightened. To sway a boot through the dirt. “I smeared her with their droppings and told her to hide once she got deep in the trees. They won’t find her.” As if on cue ther
King of the Seditious Word from a Rat
“Yes!” Danbury declared. “I want vengeance!” “What would you have me do?” “He plans to raid me again. An assassin I keep on my coin has told me of his intent.” Radix’s wooden chair creaked. His interest is piqued. “How did he find out? The Boy is hard to track.” “He was boasting in the Rum Runnel.” Boasting. Savage would never boast of a plan. This is a setup designed for Radix’s minions. “Hmm. And your assassin is sure it was him?” “He knows him. They’re comrades. Well done Danbury!” There was silence where Chavias assumed Danbury beamed with pride. Then Danbury’s step as he was exiting Radix’s chamber. Chavias planted his feet and waited. Danbury turned in the dark and couldn’t see him. Slamming into Chavias and the sullied bucket before him. Smearing Danbury’s fine clothes. Danbury squawked and lunged backward. “What have you done. You fool!”
King of the Seditious The Temptress Reigns
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border CHAVIAS Since Chavias had heard Radix leaving in Danbury’s coach he had been fingering the iron key tucked under his cot and wrapped in Calisto’s cloak. Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps she doesn’t deserve to die, as I’d thought. Have I gotten so dark that I seek vengeance where it’s not needed? But then he remembered overhearing Radix telling Deiti, the redheaded temptress who tormented him, to stay close to the caves because soon he’d be sending her after a Winter Dread. Sabine. The precious creature Chavias was protecting. Breathtaking Sabine who dances in snowflakes and invites danger into her bed. A wondrously gorgeous creature who seemed innocent of all evil in the world. Deiti wanted to hunt her down and steal her powers until the innocent girl was seared from the inside out.
King of the Seditious Handling Betrayal
“Eternally.” Dimurah hissed up at him in answer to his question. His gaze roved her agitated face. “I dearly hope not.” Unable to resist he dropped a quick kiss to her cheek. She twisted her head away and stalked back behind the bar. Still angry with me. Annoyance made his jaw twitch as he watched her. “That’s the way it is to be then?” She tossed him a quick look. Jerking her head to one side in assent. “Fine. I have other things to attend to anyway.” He stomped across Winter’s Haven, to stand perilously close to where ColdKill leaned against the pillar laughing as he jested with one of the benched tables. Savage was unmoving until the entire table quieted, and all eyes lighting on him. At length, ColdKill slowly turned. Tankard in hand. “Ah, you’re still alive! I heard you were ambushed.” “You heard wrong. An ambush implies you didn’t know it was coming.” Which I did.
King of the Seditious The Black Queen
How did I ever think she was lovely? Chavias pondered as he stared at the lustful whore. Radix’s most favored pet. She’d sent him away into some idiotic delusion simply by baring her flesh. But Sabine’s mere presence in this world, had drawn him back. Back to the things I believed in. Back to pieces of me. He thought sadly. Closer to who I was once. Sabine doesn’t deserve to be contaminated by any of our darkness. Chavias fisted the cold iron key. Feeling the grooves of it biting into his palm. He strode to his cell and stuck an arm through and wrapped it around toward the lock. Inserting the key, he gave it a grating turn and aimed straight for Radix’s chamber. He felt a swell of victory at taking her from Radix. The way he’s taken countless things from me. He quietly lifted one of the hooks off the wall just inside the entry to the narrow room. He was almost to Deiti before she se
King of the Seditious Death of a Son
I know the feeling. His twitched with the urge to get ahold of her. And have my way with her. Right now. But it was clear on her face. “That was a bit brutal.” RedBayne said from a corner of the alehouse. Though his tone indicated only approval. He likes a bit of violence every bit as much as me. “Care for a dram?” He lifted his tankard in offering. Savage nodded. Happy to have an escape from Dimurah’s wrath. For now. Savage slid into the seat opposite him. “You’re already good and sodden brother.” “Indeed!” RedBayne declared triumphantly. Savage’s eyes narrowed on him. “What’s wrong with you?” “Tis an anniversary, Ol’ Friend.” “Of what?” Savage already sensed that this wasn’t a celebratory date. “Of the day me wife murdered me babe and bolted.” “She ran?” “Fled me like a doe in the heart of Fall. Taking what parts of me were whole, with her.”
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