We knew, coming into this, that there is going to be a change in power dynamics once we remove the head of the Delta. Ruel is self-sufficient enough, and we have been working with Cipru and the Anglers for these past weeks to know that they will be able to manage
Content warning for graphic violence
For my whole life, the Errols had been a name that was larger than life — the rulers of Tarandaur, the family who claimed to fight back the night and all it brought with it.
We have been in Low Road for a scant few hours and already I can feel the pulse of the city humming just out of earshot. This is a city built on waterways and trade so it is only natural that the current of its people never rests.
When an organization such as the Dawnbringer University suddenly shows a deep and invested interest in a local culture, you know they already have drawn up plans on how to bring that culture under its heel.
They say ‘if you want something done right, then do it yourself’ — which, believe me, I would love to not be in the negotiation room. I am not a negotiator; that is Ksana, and she’s asking us to do the hard work of reading people for her.
Content warning for suicide threat
“Don't you know anything about vampires?”
The question has been looping in my head since he asked it, and I can't snuff out the
We have a lot coming up quickly upon us — the Tursa cranberry bog and its spider problem, the Last Fool Standing tournament, and all the bits and pieces that fall between them.
But now all I can see is the bloodless, decomposing face of the mortic on the ship.
At last we have met the final two players of the Delta’s power structure: Daria Sangelue and Mama Tursa. Not under any circumstances I would have preferred to meet them, but I’ve long since anticipated for nothing to go the way I would prefer.
This whole time, I’ve pushed to be taken seriously as a contender. I’m treated like a child by my own party, I’m seen as naive by kin, and I’m otherwise ignored by every other player in the Delta.
I have to keep the truth from everyone for as long as I possibly can. I don’t know how much Stanislaw knows. I don’t know if he can see through me because at this point I feel like every lie I tell is so transparent that it’s a wonder I’m even visible at all.