AMON
Amon was the head librarian at the Creepy Hollow Guild for ninety-one years before it fell. For sixty-eight of those years, he was a spy. As someone who was neither physically fit nor particularly brave, he’d never felt appreciated by guardians. They lived for the thrill of the fight, caring little for the vast storehouse of knowledge Amon watched over in the Guild’s great library.
But knowledge was exactly what Prince Zell wanted, and he was happy to pay for it. Knowledge of Tharros. Knowledge of his power that was never destroyed. Knowledge of the discs used to lock away that power. Knowledge of what those discs did to children born under its influence. And, of course, knowledge of any goings on at the Guild that might prove useful to a prince of the Unseelie Court.
Amon felt no
