Compendium Excerpt

Even balled into tight fists, she was sure that her shaking hands betrayed her fear and rage. Mia Jayne stood before the representatives of the Order of Vis Firmitas, her eyes taking in the rough-hewn walls of the chamber, the dim yellowy glow of the gourds resting in their sconces, the somber, coarse robes, craggy faces and the multitude of inscrutable…