Jonathan Moeller, Pulp Writer

You point at the trailing Kindred assassin. “Probably the lookout,” mutters Lucan. “Keeps watch while the other four deal with

“Apparently I told Blacksmith to do something,” you tell Lucan, “but I don’t remember what it is.” Lucan nods. “So

“Lucan,” you say, “I don’t remember.” “Remember what?” he says. “How I got here,” you say. “What I was doing.”

Mary asks if Lucan Maraeus is correct to think that Caina prefers bitter, unsweetened tea. A valid question. Lucan is

You climb out of the bed and begin looking for some clothing and weapons. Right away you find your clothes,

You are Countess Caina Amalas, once a Ghost nightfighter, one of the Emperor’s elite spies and agents. Now you are

After that unpleasantness with Korthion and the mavrokh, his father had kicked him out of the family mansion, so Lucan

(A letter to Countess Caina Amalas, circlemaster of Malarae, from the Ghost circlemaster of Cyrica Urbana.) Countess, My spies report

(Fragments of a journal belonging to Rykonis of Malarae, found in the ruins of Caer Magia. Dated to the final