Stormfyre Chapter Twenty One

            "Your spies give favorable reports, your majesty," Urien Baska stated as he knelt before the throne of Dagoth. Darius Steelbreeze watched the man with bright green eyes and a face that garnered no emotion. The rest of Darius's council was spread out behind the throne, four more of them in all, hands folded at his or her waist, eyes staring straight ahead, hearing all that passed by their ears but having presence of mind enough not to speak unless spoken to. The fate of Raza, the king's former chief advisor, still hung like a pall in their minds. He had schemed where he should not have. Even if it had been for the king's benefit, he had been sent to the dungeons to rot as if her were no more than a common criminal.

Stormfyre Chapter Twenty

            Drawn Faleem commanded his men to charge. Gregor Thundar led the attack, crossing blades with the children's defender, knocking him back to get at the girl behind him. Kirstin wrenched her sword free of her scabbard and slashed at him with a timed blow. Their blades connected in a spray of sparks as hers slid off his and went low while Gregor's went high, aiming for her head. Kirstin brought the sword up fast and connected against his assault a second and a third time. Gregor shouldered her back, pushing her into the shutters that kept the breeze from blowing in from the window. She almost lost her balance, knocking over a stand that had a porcelain vase on it.

Stormfyre Chapter Nineteen

           The passage that Ferrin found to enter the dungeon was dank and rat infested. It made him feel more comfortable than the riches and luxuries that waited for him overhead. He crawled on all fours, taking care not to splash too loudly as the water rolled over his hands, soaked his pant legs through. There was dim light ahead, torch light from the looks of it. Ferrin crawled off to the side to avoid a molding skeleton that filled part of the chamber, hand outstretched as if it were reaching for him. Stepping over the bony hand, he leaned closer to the entrance, listening for any one that may be close to him. A silhouette clouded his vision, blocking the tunnel entrance. A second later he could hear the sound of water draining. Thanking the One that he didn't have the capability of laughing out loud, Ferrin stopped where he was. Taking the dagger out from behind his back, he snuck over to the man. He wasn't wearing any armor, only had a loin cloth on and a black hood that covered his entire face. Ferrin was silent as death as he dropped from the dank tunnel behind the man and wrapped the dagger around his throat.