He had grown too tall for his late father's shirt. She leaned over the hearth to hide her grimace. Taking arms against the apelates: the honorable, brave—foolish—thing to do. But what chance did a farmer, the son of a farmer, stand against their swords and lances, against their ...
The scenery changed once more. Houses morphed into cold stone, and tall expensive architecture looked gothic in the night. Underfoot the pavements changed to cobbled stones. Smog choked her throat. Stiff petticoats and a soft cotton dress replaced the jeans and t-shirt that she was wearing; he...
A woman, called Marriet, spoke for the others being in rugged, practical, common gear for the region; that is a buttonshirt, longpants with extra pockets, a pouchvest and boots. “We make our living by serving the Shadowcult because we were captured by them though they do not treat us...