Articles by Mercy

Merisya ran into the solar with wet hair plastered to her cheeks and bare feet slapping on polished stone. There was joy in every movement she made. Unfiltered, she was free, happy and every corridor of the palace was known to her. Including where her mother would be this time a day. The sound...

Everything had gone wrong. Everything that was possible and everything that wasn't possible had unraveled in the space of days, leaving Vigo Darrik Korrin holding the bag. It wasn't supposed to end like this. For nearly twenty years, Darrik had played the game better than anyone else on Nar...