the novel saga

The three slaves had not seen Sonia or Priscius again. Magenta, the slave who had watched over them during the

“It could have ended very badly!” “But stop complaining… it ended well, didn’t it? And you loved the fight.” Damas

The older of the two tattooed redheads had been dragged by Priscius himself into his personal gardens, her head covered

The lobby of the Council of Peers was swarming with people as the public session drew to a close. The

Priscius was at last revising his point of view, after having had the stern and very unpleasant sensation that he’d

Evening was shedding its last light on the immense port, which seemed endless, and looked as if it would engulf