Excerpt from Waymaker

Just then, a rogue gust shot across the bow from the cliffs to the west. The wooden masts creaked heavily under the strain, forcing the ship to heave far to starboard. Aybel grabbed Gideon’s arm to keep from losing her balance, even as she shot a worried glance back toward the cockpit. Gideon’s eyes followed hers. Captain Quigly was not at the helm, but his bondmate was, cursing the wind with a zeal that matched—or perhaps surpassed— her strained determination to hold the wheel on course. Like the captain, she was excessively squat, with a barrel-shaped torso and legs so...

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Excerpt from Gideon's Dawn

High Lord Gideon, Batai of Wordhaven, stood motionless on the emerald plains and glared up at the quickly graying sky. His stoic, aging face shown with the determination to hold his sense of dignity, even now as he faced the greatest peril of his life. But the small tendrils of sweat on his forehead betrayed his anxiety.

He knew his path would lead him to this; he’d even planned on it for decades. But all the years of forethought and dreams had failed to fully prepare him for the finality of his predicament, or for the unexpected feelings of remorse...

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