A plague rides on the air here. The smell of rot! This is Doal’s realm. Can’t you feel it? The keep is doomed, don’t you see? No, I will not pass through this gate. There...

Mystery, why so attractive to me?You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.

Laine had been very proud of herself last night. Nicholas had talked about ghosts and magic and woven a bit of a spell himself. He’d sounded so convincing, so logical, so sad, that she’d found...