Authors: Joshua Winning
Laurent’s eyes bulged and the blood pumped between his fingers. He grasped for her with his free hand, but she stepped out of the way and he collapsed on his front.
She contemplated his dying spasms and smiled.
She ran a bloody hand over her face, painting it red.
When he was still, Malika swayed in the sallow morning light and hummed a tuneless lullaby, peering down at the egg-like shapes in the Tortor’s stomach.
The age of the Dark Prophets had begun.
The Sentinels will return.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE: THE FESTIVAL OF FIRE
CHAPTER NINETEEN: ON THE WATER
CHAPTER TWENTY–ONE: THE FACELESS MAN
CHAPTER TWENTY–TWO: HOLDING CELL
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: PANDEMONIUM
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: SPEARS AND ARROWS