If there was one person to whom Radu owed his undisputed place within the ranks of Raji’Rav, it was Master Zakane. The swordmaster was closer to the Raven Blades than any other Raji’Draq. Even though he himself was indebted to the Blood Blades, he still functioned as the mission leader of the assassins. An assignment not authorized by him was not conducted by the order. And his recommendation was a guarantee of safe admission to the clan for every aspirant. For this reason, h

His father had disappeared weeks ago when she appeared on the doorstep of his parents’ house. If one could’ve called the shack a house at all. It was a shabby little wooden hut in the green foothills of the Southern Carpathians, that had been falling into disrepair for decades along the course of the Arges River. Why his parents had decided to raise their son on this godforsaken piece of land was a mystery to the boy. The soil was not particularly fertile and difficult to cul

Most men in Rayan’s military chose the Order of the Blood Blade—a fierce and mighty warrior clan within the caste of Raji’Draq consisting of skilled dragon riders and blood knights. Radu was not one of them. He joined the Order of the Raven Blade, the ancient House of the Raji’Rav. Its members were well-versed in the art of assassination tactics. Like rogues, they acted from within the shadows and pursued their targets just as persistently. Coal-black hair was considered thei