Minette Hornsfels, daughter of the Lord High Adept Gabbro Scoria Hornsfels, and herself an Adept in her own right, looked with scorn upon the captive and thief of the one sword Genesyx Columba Riverford.
“What do you mean, you don"t know where it is? You stole it, thief, how could you not know where it is?”
The poor wretch—the sinuous rippling muscles admirable anyway—blurted a half-strangled denial, cut off with a cry when her cat-o"-nine tails ripped across his back.
A thrill rushed through her to see his flesh twitch and his muscles squirm.
Now if he would only tell her where it is! she thought.
She stood over him in a prison cell deep beneath the Vault of Stones, itself heretofore deprived of its most valued stone, Luxullian, by a fat pusillanimous wretch who"d presumed to his unc
