Chapter 13
Redcliffe Castle wasn't anything Tatum was prepared for. Graciously accepting Alexius' invitation, while denying him the privacy he so desperately yearned for hung heavily on her thoughts. He taunted her about still accepting, but she was more intrigued by what Dorian had told her about time magic and was worried about these people he called the Venetori. Tevinter Supremacists were two words she'd never though she'd hear in the same sentence. Sure, they existed. There wasn't a doubt in her mind about that, but the rub being that one was in so close a proximity and now in control of a town that was a gateway to Orlais, so to s
Chapter 7
Tatum stood outside the stables. The large horse whinnied and stomped its heavy hooves upon the frozen ground. Her sack of ingredients she'd picked up for Adan weighed heavily on her shoulder. Two weeks traipsing through muck and blood to reach Mother Giselle had left the mage concerned and weary. So many mages, templars, and bandits had littered their path through the Hinterlands. She'd fought before, but never so strenuously. I have to stop this somehow, she thought as she switched her pack to her other shoulder.
She bit her lip, exhaustion and trepidation about her return to Haven filled her. Casandra noticed her discomf
Chapter 6
Cullen watched his troop run drills in the makeshift training yard. Raw recruits, some almost too intimidated by more seasoned veterans, nervously swung their swords. It was a level of frustration that he hadn't experienced in awhile. He knew with practice and confidence, they would eventually learn to tell the difference between the blade and the grip. Some of these people were nothing but pilgrims that had gotten caught in the aftermath of the blast. Others were volunteers from the nearby village. There was a certain level of irony that he felt about turning those who were on pilgrimages into b