Might and wisdom are like two ravens. They always come as a pair. If you fail to exert one with caution, the other one will teach you restraint. That’s what her uncle always used to tell her before he passed away. His ring weighed heavy in her hands as steady eyes fled across the waves, chasing after those small dinghies. Hastily rowing as much distance as possible between themselves and the giant ship, they soon shrunk to tiny little dots on the liquid horizon. Sun was setting them ablaze; a...

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, he was also called...

Don’t move, although you burn for it. I shall take the next step on your behalf. Don’t hate, although you are entitled to. I shall unleash your wrath instead. Whatever poison snakes may spit on your brother’s name, don’t be provoked. I shall cut their tongues while they still feed upon your pain.