The Breaking of the Shield The chamber was silent, save for the wet, rattling gasp of a dying King. The curse was like a shard embedded in Arthur’s chest, pulsing with dark energy and overpowering his heartbeat. “I can’t pull it out,” Emrys whispered, his hands hovering inches above Arthur’s skin. They were shaking. For … Read more
The Unseen Servant Despite the peace that had settled over Camelot, the air in the council chambers remained thick with suspicion. To knights like Sir Leon, the sight of the High Lord of the Druids—the man who had commanded the dead—standing at the King’s side was a constant threat. They did not see a friend; … Read more
Skelette steigen in Camelot aus der Erde. Arthur bietet Emrys sein Leben, wenn dieser Camelot rettet.
The clearing was a cathedral of ancient stone and silver mist. In the center stood the High Lord of the Druids. His back was turned, his indigo robes heavy and still, absorbing the dim light of the dying sun. He looked like a statue carved from shadow, a silent god in a forest that breathed … Read more
The mist in the Forest of Gedref did not drift; it clung. It felt like cold, damp fingers pressing against Arthur’s skin, trailing over the stubble on his jaw and the hollows beneath his bloodshot eyes. He had been riding for two days, but the exhaustion went deeper than a lack of sleep. It was … Read more
The stone of the council chamber felt colder than it had a year ago. Or perhaps it was just Arthur. For twelve months, the King of Camelot had lived in a silence he hadn’t known was possible. The Citadel was loud with the clatter of armor and the ringing of bells, but the quiet—the hollow … Read more