Sidelined Book Novels & Stories

Miyal's hand hovered over the etched sigil on the heavy iron door. Perfera. Who are you truly? He pressed his palm to the glyph. It throbbed — once, then cracked open like a dying breath. The scent within was dust and bloodroot ink. Piles of parchments. Scrolls concealed in iron tubes. Books bound from monsters unknown in generations. He lit a lantern and acted quickly. His time was short. He opened the first book. Genealogies of Bloodlines in Exile. The Spade crest — a serpent eating its tail — was emblazoned on the spine.