Demon’s Arrow
World Whisperer Book 4
PROLOGUE
The sun had already set over the city when Herrith began his walk to the Desert King’s chambers. The colors of the corridors faded as the light grew dim, then groups of magicians scurried along, lighting the lamps with murmured words. One of the corridor lamps lit with a pop, too close to Herrith’s ear, and he startled, but stifled his reaction using discipline he had honed since he was a small boy in the king’s court. Hiding his emotions had always been a matter of life or death.
Herrith was nervous. The king’s chambers were increasingly dangerous, with deadly currents gathering force. Something moved in the king’s blood lately. Something changed him. The king was waiting for something, and his impossible stillness felt like a growing stor
