Most people couldn’t smell blood until it was on the outside of a body. But I could. Rich, metallic, and flavored with the unique essence of whoever it was inside. This blood had a tartly sweet fragrance to it, light and refreshing, like oranges. It was pumping fast,...

John Marney was dead. And thank all the gods and goddesses for that. It was the only faint ray of cheer Eben could find on that dreary December morning, though all the bells were ringing and the scent of spiced ale drifted through the streets like Yuletide itself had...

“Well, well,” drawled a voice Tom knew and detested, a voice that raised all the fine hairs on the back of his neck. Why here, goddess, why now? Tom had come to this loud, smoky gaming hell in the least fashionable part of town specifically to avoid anyone he might...

The moors spread out on either side of him like an unrolled parchment. A particularly crumbly unrolled parchment, filled with the details of religious practices in ancient Pythia, perhaps. Although Pythia had at least been known for its fig wine and moonlit dances...