While I found the first few chapters a bit hard to follow (there is a lot of jumping around in the timeline), I was quickly hooked by Thief's Covenant and literally couldn't put it down for most of the story. Widdershins reminded me of a cooler version of Digger from Elizabeth Bunce's Starcrosse...
A pretty good start to a fantasy series. The back and forth jumping between the past and present of chapters of Widdershin's life is somewhat confusing in the beginning, but it gets easier to piece together the more you read. After the first two scenes, the beginning is a bit slow, but picks up t...
Corvis Rebaine once almost had it all: the dreaded warlord who launched a campaign against Imphallion and took half the country with no contest. That was seventeen years ago. With victory on his doorstep, he left it all behind and settled down. But the problems that drove him to war seventeen yea...
Ari Marmell is not a famous author outside of his field, but in the realm of fantasy and role-playing games he is well known. Agents of Artifice is as close to a published fanfiction as books can get. The characters in the book as well as some of the most basic plot ideals are not Marmel's own bu...
No crowds or wandering performers, just the occasional scuffed step of a hired security guard. Maybe one light in five was on, and the place sang with the tones of stray cats and night birds and crickets—but no pixies—accompanied on occasion by a loud snore from the wagons and tents where the car...
Ancel Sicard, Bishop of Davillon, used those words a lot these days. My friends. And for the most part, he meant it. He cared, truly, for the city he'd been assigned to shepherd. The city had not, if one were to judge by the clergyman's mien or carriage, showed him the sam...
“A great deal, actually. To start with, I’m trying to find a polite, respectfully subordinate way to tell you to drop dead, and I’m not coming up with one.” Paldor chuckled, as did the other figure in the room—a figure who was quite definitely not Kallist. ...
“As certain as I’ve ever been.” “So not really, then.” The warlord and the witch stood amid a grove of trees, less ancient perhaps than those of Theaghl-gohlatch, but older still than Imphallion itself. They towered above, aloof giants with beards of leaves and tears of moss, oblivious to the scu...
And so Despair, as Ruin had done earlier, trod the nearly blinding expanse of the angels’ golden bridge. The hooves of this unnatural creature echoed hollowly with every step, in a manner that even Ruin’s had not. The glow emanating upward from the span was warped and muted by the ugly vapors clo...
They trooped into the faint light from Oak Woods’ shade-shrouded south side; God forbid they use the same gate as everyone else, right? For a few minutes, they were nothin’ but darker against dark, motion without source, silent except for the occasional harsh, rasping breath or low, malevolent ch...
This was, in part, accounted for by the soldiers, extra patrols assigned to the streets since a captive noblewoman and her entire household had vanished into the night, leaving a trail of corpses in their wake. But only in part. Most of the newcomers were Imphallian, not Cephiran: citizens of the...