Meet Adren: outlaw, misanthrope, hellbent on obtaining a cure for an insane unicorn.
Adren hates humans, and with good reason. Protecting the unicorn from them even as she searches for a cure means running headlong into the worst of human need - and greed. With years of this under her belt, it's bound to leave scars. Now, trying to steal a sealskin in exchange for a possible cure when money isn't enough, she runs into the awkward and at-least-mostly human Nadin, who insists on helping her.
When the truth of the sealskin - and the cure - is revealed and Adren begins to fall apart, she...
Meet Adren: outlaw, misanthrope, hellbent on obtaining a cure for an insane unicorn.
Adren hates humans, and with good reason. Protecting the un...
Dagny's only brother, Kaj, is dead. He died of illness before his life had really begun, and Dagny blames God for it. About a week after his death, Kaj comes back as a draugur, a creature intent on the ruin of those it had known in life. With his unholy power, he kills their crops, causes their animals to go insane, and brings them to the brink of starvation. Every single member of Dagny's village, convinced that her family has brought this curse upon themselves through sin, leaves them alone to die. Then, one day, a polar bear arrives at their door with a proposition: Give me your youngest...
Dagny's only brother, Kaj, is dead. He died of illness before his life had really begun, and Dagny blames God for it. About a week after his death, Ka...
Sometimes there was a man weeping. Sometimes there was a fire. But always there was the sword. Adren escaped with her life back in Watorej, but her tussle with the potion-maker has knocked something loose in her mind. Really loose. The dreams-if they even are dreams-are frequent and disturbing, and Adren finds it increasingly difficult to keep a grip on her own mind. Luckily Nadin is around to help out, but for how long? His human side, however slight it may be, ensures that he'll eventually turn on her... doesn't it? ...
Sometimes there was a man weeping. Sometimes there was a fire. But always there was the sword. ...