You take a lane you should not have taken and land in the middle of a deal that was already finished. The hill-fae keep their accounts in a book, and Zephiros Zeloris keeps the book. Something has been walking behind you since the Trine Arcade, and he has just said its name out loud, in a voice that sounds like it is enjoying itself.
A glimpse into the story
The buzz of the city vibrated along your nerves as you made your way down the crowded streets, the hazy dark of the sky with just enough light to see made it difficult to know if it was dawn or dusk, and the crowd gave no real indication either, as if it were not there at all. Wind howled past your ears as a heavy gust careened between the buildings, funneled down the pavement and pushed you into a lane, into a deal, into him. “Wrong street,” he said. “Wrong night.”
You take a lane you should not have taken and land in the middle of a deal that was already finished. The hill-fae keep their accounts in a book, and Zephiros Zeloris keeps the book. Something has been walking behind you since the Trine Arcade, and he has just said its name out loud, in a voice that sounds like it is enjoying itself.
A glimpse into the story
The buzz of the city vibrated along your nerves as you made your way down the crowded streets, the hazy dark of the sky with just enough light to see made it difficult to know if it was dawn or dusk, and the crowd gave no real indication either, as if it were not there at all. Wind howled past your ears as a heavy gust careened between the buildings, funneled down the pavement and pushed you into a lane, into a deal, into him. “Wrong street,” he said. “Wrong night.”