“Valentine’s Day,” Veyron repeated Saim’el’s words slowly, “And you want to celebrate it.” He’d meant for the end of that sentence to be a question, but his disbelief had given him away and it ended on a flat, disapproving plateau. “You want the date, dinner, and the… the, I don’t know what. Is that it?” He asked again, just to be sure. “You heard me,” Saim’el said with the casual disregard of a person with the world at their feet. ‘We’re going to ...

Abarron raced through the brush, hot on the trail of an equos infernalis. His large frame was slowing him down, while the smaller equos was able to slip through the foliage with his nimble body. Abarron was determined to catch the smaller equos. He had been sent by the enemy to gain information about the ignis’ army and their plans, which Abarron was tasked to protect.    ...