The Heart of the CityJal slammed the heavy oak entrance door of his home closed behind him and called out to his mother. Emotions raged: frustration at his inability to break through his father’s madness, anger at his mother’s resignation, and a creeping fear—though at what he wasn’t yet sure. He visited his father every day, but each visit to Souls’ Rest left him confused and disturbed. He refused to feel powerless. He would do something soon. If only he knew what.
Growing up in the shadow of a respected sculptor, in a city that valued artisans above all others, had given Jal something to prove, a determination to make his mark in some other field. But now, just when he had achieved the success of being part of the troupe named the Royal Players, his father was gone, unable to see and be
