"Like a snuffed candle, the light of the corona went out. Heat flared down Fola's arm, raising steam that smelled of singed hair. The templar's head cracked open, spraying blood and bone. He tumbled forward, pulled by the weight of his swinging sword, to fall across Colm in a dead heap."
Methinks I'm going to enjoy this book alot lmao
— Jan 09, 2026 08:13AM
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