Balthazar pulled his cloak tighter around him. He saw his breath mist up in front of him and blow away on the wind. It wasn’t supposed to be so cold yet, but this had been a strange year. A few neighboring towns had spoke of witchcraft and creatures in the night, a baby had gone …
Titus leaned back against the door to the inn “This really isn’t my kind of job you know.” “I know, but you’re all I have. You fight spooks don’t you? Things that haunt the night? Things that creep and stalk, that murder and destroy? Right?” “I do.” “Then what’s different about this job?” “What you …
Titus ran his armor clad finger along the iron door before him. He leaned in and studied the etched symbols that he didn’t recognize. “What do you think.” a voice came from behind. Titus turned and looked at the small crowd gathered there, seven men in all. “Can’t say much.” “You…feel anything?” asked Grimold, the …