Who rules in this game of intrigue where magic is forbidden and elves enslaved? Journey where beliefs shatter like glass, truth is unwelcome and monsters from ancient times abound: share the romance and revenge, magic and passion, and the wages of greed in a world of darkest fantasy.
(18 rated - contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains violence)
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Dark Fantasy"Is that what you believe? She is a mage, an elf witch, and thus she belongs to us, to me. However, I may be persuaded to look the other way. Lead the Magelord Archos of Tremellic and that slut who shares his bed to this Citadel, allow them to perform the ritual needed to enter, and I may ignore the fact of your sister's existence.”
Motioning towards M'alia he removed the whip from his belt, letting the weight of it lie in his hands as though emphasising the point, for she had felt the bite of it and both elves knew he would not hesitate to use it once more.
“I will arrange escort and the required paperwork, for you cannot wander the human lands alone. Mark this, however, you will be watched. If any harm befalls your escort, if you escape from him, if you fail or deceive him, the woman who hangs in chains yonder will die. Then I will inform the slavers of what stock resides in your settlement, for if they produce more as pretty as you, the slavers will indeed pay handsomely for the information. One way or the other, I will get my gold. Surely it is an easy enough choice, the lives of strangers for those of your sister and your town.”
He looked into her eyes and saw compliance if not consent, a realisation that choice was not a luxury she could afford. Th'alia nodded slowly, and with an unpleasant grin and the thought of elven treasure shining in his eyes, Hendrick said, “Good girl. Your sister will not be harmed or molested. She will be safe. You have my word on that.”
Th'alia turned her tear-filled brown eyes to his face and replied quietly, “What is the word of a Witch-Hunter to me?”
Hendrick looked over to the chained mage. Running the whip through his fingers once more, he replied, “It is the word of a man who has the power of life and death. Heed it well.”
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Greek
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Nasia Serepisou
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Luisa Ercolano
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Author review: Another great translation |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Sthefhany brito
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