AN EBOOK-SINGLE SHORT STORY - A TALE OF THE ENDLANDSSkos Andarost was the name the mage had been born with, but it had been a generation since he had been known as anything other than Jarrn Dark Andarost. The tattoos that snaked across his arms and chest marked him as one of the Jarrnath, the sorcerous order that had long since spread from its birthplace in Ajaeltha, north to the Gracian wilderness and the Vanyr frontier where the ever-present threat of war masked the movements and madness of its members.
The legendary depravity of his kind should have frightened Sharyna. The whispered rumors of Andarost's individual deeds should have frightened her even more. When she was eleven, she'd been made to watch her parents die. Tortured first, then sacrificed on the living pyres of the Cynuss cultists of the Vanyr. Even by the standards of war, those four years of bloodshed across the frontier had been particularly brutal.
It had been a long time since Sharyna was afraid..
AN EBOOK-SINGLE SHORT STORY - A TALE OF THE ENDLANDSSkos Andarost was the name the mage had been born with, but it had been a generation since he had been known as anything other than Jarrn Dark Andarost. The tattoos that snaked across his arms and chest marked him as one of the Jarrnath, the sorcerous order that had long since spread from its birthplace in Ajaeltha, north to the Gracian wilderness and the Vanyr frontier where the ever-present threat of war masked the movements and madness of its members.
The legendary depravity of his kind should have frightened Sharyna. The whispered rumors of Andarost's individual deeds should have frightened her even more. When she was eleven, she'd been made to watch her parents die. Tortured first, then sacrificed on the living pyres of the Cynuss cultists of the Vanyr. Even by the standards of war, those four years of bloodshed across the frontier had been particularly brutal.
It had been a long time since Sharyna was afraid..
