Mistress, I do your work. The barbed words had clearly hit home. Kerilan met his eyes unflinchingly, letting him see the coldness in them. For a short time they had been united in their ridicule of Carabas and his flamboyant ways, but Loviatar demanded pain wherever it could be found, and the tas...

"As I said, if one of us takes it, it will be obvious which one, or we'll just have to search each others' belongings. Should the thief hide it somewhere, hoping to come back later and retrieve it, well..." Kerilan let a malicious smile touch her lips, a promise of pain not yet realised. &...

Kerilan listened to the discussion with growing amusement. Of course, they were right to be cautious, but could they not see the obvious answer? "Why not just take it with us?" She shrugged. "That way we don't have to worry about who to trust and we all know who took it if it goes mi...

"Some of them. I don't need to know its name to kill it. I either kill the beastie or it kills me, either way you win." Kerilan shrugged. "As for rolling around like a gutted fish, that will cost extra." She switched her gaze to the girl. "If you want a distraction, try stan...

It took every ounce of self-control she had not to bury her dagger in the stupid man's chest. Still, if he wanted to play games, she would happily oblige. "References? No. My clients aren't usually able to write after I've done with them." Kerilan placed her hands on her hips and cocking ...

With a sigh, Kerilan rolled out of bed in her room at the Inn and stretched. Well, this is no good. Too much idleness and not enough work will not get my coin pouch filled in time for winter. Donning her leather armour, cursing as her sleep-slowed fingers fumbled at the buckles, Kerilan checked ...

Kerilan had stayed silent, listening to Sanatio and Ischia talk, picking up as much information as she could before deciding what she should do. A strange conversation it was, too, full of half-dead religion and musings on the ethics of meat-eating - not something you heard every day in the Isles. S...

The contrast between Sanatio and Carabas could not have been more pronounced. Where one would have caressed her hand, perhaps tried to kiss it, the other merely treated her like the fighter she was, returning her handshake with a grip that told her he had not assumed weakness just because she was a ...