The wind slowly whispered prayers from the temple walls as we swiftly mounted our horses, but no blessing could reach a man like me. Not anymore… Not after everything that I had done to an innocent woman.

I guess a life for a life.

I took hers now the lore was on the verge of taking mine as well.

The hoofbeats of our horses echoed like distant war drums across the winding forest trail that led from the Temple of the moon to the heart of Blackthorn. The scent of damp earth, crushed leaves, and distant storm clouds clung to the air.

Odessa rode beside me, draped in expensive silk...