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Chapter 22

Angharad was first into the burrow.

Boar moles were almost as broad as they were tall, so while the ceiling on the tunnel was so low she had to bend her elbows Angharad did not feel too cramp...

Chapter 21

Angharad sat on her folding chair, sipped at her cup and let the sounds of the bustle inside the cottage wash over her.

 It was a quiet evening, after a quiet day – Theology had been s...

Book Release & AMA

Hello!

For those of you unaware, tomorrow is the release day for the first book of the final version of "A Practical Guide to Evil", my first series.

Specifically it will be the release...

Chapter 20

It was nearly eleven when they let him out, not that Tristan knew until he got the watch back.

There had been no window in the room where he was held, and the door was thick enough he could o...

Chapter 19

The chapterhouse’s shadow ran too long.

Not by much, Izel thought, and with the way the Grand Orrery worked it was hard to tell. No shadow ever lay still in Port Allazei: they ducked and da...

Chapter 18

The Colored Arches was the most expensive tavern in Port Allazei, but it didn’t look like much from the outside.

It was just a long, sloping building with a dark green façade and a sign di...

Chapter 17

Maryam tended to like Mandate class best when it was stepping on Saga’s toes, redrawing the history they had been taught by Professor Sasan with the Watch’s own brush, and today’s class was n...

Chapter 16

The bulk of the students would have set out for the Old Playhouse, by now.

The thought itched away at Tristan, like coarse cloth against the skin – the more he rubbed it, the worst it got i...

Chapter 15

The second year at Scholomance brought it with a change to the schedule: firstday mornings were no longer Mandate class but Teratology.

In a way Song was glad. Not that the first lesson of th...

Chapter 14

Yao looked well. Furious, of course. The black stripes of the House of Acatl’s war-paint were twisted into a second scowl by the pull of her glare, but that was nothing new with Yaotl. Back achin...

Chapter 13

Izel Coyac had known it would be a bad day from the moment he woke up with a corpse in his bed.

A leering, rotten cadaver with a burst belly leaning over the foot of the bed, intestines spill...

Chapter 12

The taste against the roof of his mouth was foul, like rotten flowers.

What had it been – mafeisan, juniper, letheon? Not letheon, it would have knocked him out faster. It must have been ma...

Chapter 11

There were places across Vesper where dawn was a soft thing, gentle and graceful. The inching return of light as brought back by the wonders of the First Empire or the painstaking work of lamplight...

Chapter 10

Angharad got her arms up in time to cover her eyes, but the scorching wind still sent her sprawling.

Her back hit the cobblestone, smacking a breath out of her, but she swallowed the wheeze a...

Chapter 9

“That is untrue,” Angharad sighed.

“Which part?” Shalini Goel asked with a grin. “The one where the Unluckies robbed a slaving ship, the one where Maryam uses the souls of the damne...

Chapter 8

“Lay them out, you fiend,” Tristan challenged. “You can’t possibly have picked up that many knaves twice in a r-”

Yayauhqui of the Twenty-Ninth Brigade, also known as Yaq, laid down...

Chapter 7

Song had asked well in advance to borrow the room, which was the only reason the quartermaster did not manage to deny her the use of it. Between the garrison men being rotated in and the fresh batc...

Chapter 6

She could barely make out her father’s corpse through the curtain. Only the outline of his silhouette, laid on the bed as if to let him rest. His arms crossed over his belly, still in a way t...