HECTOR BAYES

Japhtar Bayes was in the wild, He’d fled. The bastard.

It was lucky that he had when he did, the moon goddess had hidden her silver bulb behind the iron-grey mist that kept as the fight died down around and wearied-looking soldiers from the royal army speared off the rogues that lingered.

“After them!” I roared, struggling to my feet as the cobblestones of the ground rose to my vision again before I came down hard, my hand shooting out to strike the pavement, the tremors going through me.

I’d been halfway up and on his heels, the ache from the gash in my midriff stinging enough that...