Ghost Wounds

The idea for “Ghost Wounds” came from a passage from the book of Luke: “Whoever tries to keep their life

“Still not impressed,” you rasp, hand inching towards the flask in your belt. Rycurgus sneers, and spits in your face.

“Hold still,” you tell Siona, and press the ghostsilver dagger into the soulsieve. The dagger grows hot beneath your fingers,

Lucan lunges at you, his ghostsilver sword a gleaming blur. But you’ve seen him fight before, and though he is

Lucan lunges at you, his ghostsilver sword a gleaming blur. But you’ve seen him fight before, and though he is

“You know,” you say, rolling the throwing knife over your fingers, “I think I’ve played this game before.” Croanna blinks.

“We’ll take the secret passage into the Tower of Corthios,” you say. Tylas nods. “And if this Croanna woman has

“We’re going to find Tylas,” you say. “He’s a centurion in the Imperial Guard. He’ll know where we can find

“As you wish,” you say, walking towards the creature. “My flesh is yours.” The undead thing floats towards you, the

Every fiber of your heart and body screams for you to run to Lucan, to treat his terrible his wounds