Followers of the Forbidden Circle
Copyright 2018 Breton Winters
CHAPTER 1
Borek expected an ambush. He had enough enemies, and he was back in Redpoint.
So as he turned into the tight alley off of Old Street, and just before the Serpent’s Way, he was not surprised to see a slight, cloaked figure approaching him between the tall buildings. The gait was halting, and he loosened his sword in its scabbard. The moonlight was blocked here, but the dim starlight was enough that he could see there were no other figures in the dark space.
He checked once over his shoulder, back toward the ill-lit street winding through this part of the Thieves’ Quarter, then halted and waited. The figure reached him and a thin, feminine voice said, “Follow me.” She continued toward the way he had come from. Continue reading “Followers of the Forbidden Circle – Chapter One”
