Slices of Midnight Chapter 18
When the moons bleed and the dead rise, Indamar learns the true cost of choosing the wrong saviors.
I reached the door of the Jolly Grubb just behind Bartleby, the old army veteran.
The thunderous clamor outside had sent the wiry former soldier reaching for his trusty sword, pulling it from beneath the bar with a steady, practiced hand.
Now, wea…
