All of Hather Müir’s councilmembers know that the most highly prized attribute to ensure success is…
All of Hather Müir’s councilmembers know that the most highly prized attribute to ensure success is…
Power. Shrewd. Empathic… yet Ruthless.
Again her eyes rested on the wizard. “Mortus, take that diary and translate it, read it, turn it inside out… Do whatever you have to do, but obtain the information we need to …”
Strength. Honorable. Resentful. Ruthless.
“Lady Aldenier,” Titus Riverglade said. “If you’ll allow me, I think my men could investigate and, if necessary, destroy the machine.”
Arrogance. Decadent. Depressive. Ruthless.
“Well, given that you’re the lone remaining wizard and you’ve had eight years, it seems we’ve been wasting our valuable time with you, Mortus Bardiche.”
Duplicity. Charming. Epicurean. Ruthless.
“Come, come, Lord Kranergaum.” It always throws him off when I address him as nobility. After all, what street urchin wouldn’t like to be a noble for a day? “You know quite well that there are baboons that shit silver and spit gold…”
Intuition. Calm. Feline. Ruthless.
A glint appeared in the scout’s eyes; Mortus imagined the carving of the Medusa and her swarm of menacing serpents just over Egresta’s head turning toward…
Absent minded. Slightly deranged. Ruthless… in progress.
“Damn politicians. Damn schemers.”
She couldn’t hold back any longer. “Remember, Mr. Big-Time Merchant,” Edelma burst out, an uncharacteristically mocking expression on her face, “without a city, you’re going to have a hard time trading and amassing fortunes.”
Vanity. Intelligent. Irritable. Ruthless.
“That’s enough!” Renfel Riverglade tensed and looked at each of them. “Whether or not the description is accurate, the issue is that while we sit here doing nothing, these hellish beasts…”