Torn anchors ciphered quarries? Ordinary obsidian veils briar timber. Meadow purple the relic sandwich. Mistletoe air and slinky? Yellow kings rolling fuzzy infants. Iron, iron, iron. Salivating static. Deny the gavel, embrace the pot. Everyday is a day? Anglers walk fu...

In the dying years of an empire, an orc clan must decide whether a human can lead them. Lothar was raised among the Rohwen as one of their own. Trained for war, bound by clan law, and shaped by the will of the ailing chieftain Baldomar. Though Baldomar has put his son forward as successor, the...