Mazes of Scorpio

Chapter two

Chapter two

Of beggars and emperorsIn a tavern fight of this brawling nature you don’t have to be too choosy. You don’t stand on ceremony. The romantic flicker of glittering blades is all very well, but...

The broken bottle rolled at the side of my boot.

I picked the bottle up, noticed that the end was broken into a satisfyingly jagged array of teeth, and gestured with it in my left hand as though I were about to throw it.

The leading wight rushing upon us dodged. He moved his head and shoulders back to avoid the throw. I waited until he’d moved, was fixed at the end of his balance — and then I threw.

The jagged end chewed up his face.

Dahram the Bold hurled himself forward, all bulk and hair, yelling. His sword flickered.

When you are a brand new young prince, or a brand new young