FALSE GODS
“No enterprise is more likely to succeed than one concealed from the enemy until it is ripe for execution.”
– Niccolo Machiavelli
Muted daylight fell on the canvas walls of Renaldo’s tent as he thumbed through the book. He was still moving slowly, but Jerandra had assured him that he’d be healed in another day, by the time the reinforcements arrived.
He couldn’t get over his incredible luck. The book was written in English, clearly left-handed script, definitely Jarrod’s writing. “Jarrod, you incredible i***t,” he said quietly, and smiled.
His eyes fell back to the red sword, lying across his table, battered and rain-worn, the pommel tarnished, and with one small bite out of the edge of the blade that had been expertly filed out and re-sharpened, but really none the worse f
