A perilous mission. A team of unruly magic wielding misfits. A string of the worst luck you can imagine.
The name’s Abadare Glynt. Yes, really. I’ve been chewed up and spat out more times than a dog’s favorite bone, but I keep coming back for more. Which is probably a good thing, seeing as I’m an outcast, occasional detective, and all-round shadowy guy.
Things weren’t exactly going well, but I’d decided to see the glass as being half full, so when a beautiful woman with an ugly...