Maryam stared at the body on the funeral pyre, the heat washing across her face. "I promised you they'd pay," she said quietly. The fire cast shifting shadows on her face as tears poured from her eyes and memories drifted across her mind. The first time they met. She'd been an apprentice with the local witch, locked up in the tower all day, every day. Samleth had been the first new person she'd met in a while, when the bounty hunter had shown up at the gates, requesting assi

"Rosalie, have you heard the news?" Woodrow asks as he closes the front door behind him. "No? What is it?" Woodrow rarely feels the need to tell me gossip, so when he does, I listen carefully. "There's word that there's a serial killer in the city. Do you believe that? Men, dropping dead in the middle of the night." I suck in a sharp breath. "Men? You mean to tell me there is a serial killer out there killing just men?" I ask, concerned for my brother's sake. "That's not

"Ozzy, I haven't been able to surf in months. It's cold, and I need something to keep me busy." I fall back onto the couch as I look over at the massive saltwater aquarium I had built in my home. A mental image flashes between Ozzy and me. "What do you mean, I need a girlfriend? I have you." Ozzy lets out a huff, and bubbles form and pop to the surface of his tank. "Ozzy Otterbourne, don't you give me attitude. I'm perfectly fine without a girlfriend. I hang with you, surf