Lizzie Sinclaire

Category: Hawke and Quarry

  • 7: Promises

    7: Promises

    Leneah walked through the quiet streets, so much more somber with the midsummer decorations gone for the year. Knowing what evil lurked in the dark corners of her world cast a pall over everything. She shuddered away thoughts of Harbingers, Kraah, and Brother Night. Tonight’s mission was about hope for the future. She wouldn’t spend…

  • 6: Surprises

    6: Surprises

    Brennan padded along the mausoleum’s passageways, magelamps casting light enough he could see a few feet around him. There were no signs of anyone. Leneah had gone in here, he was sure of it. He’d seen her and the hooded man walk through the main entrance and heard unearthly screams coming from inside. Now, there…

  • 5: Darkness

    5: Darkness

    Leneah followed on Brother Night’s heel, or cloak hem, since she had never noticed his feet. A scream cut through the air around her but stopped short. What were they doing in there, and what had she gotten herself into? Every instinct screamed at her to run, to get as far away from this place…

  • 4: Fierceness

    4: Fierceness

    Brennan’s fingers ached to move, to do anything but remain curled over the hilt of his sword. He could barely see Leneah bathed in moonlight, standing in front of the silent, looming mausoleum. The silvery illumination deepened the color of her hair to blood-red. The sweat on his skin chilled, and the night darkened around…

  • 3: Hunters and Quarry

    3: Hunters and Quarry

    Leneah pressed on, the terrible scream ringing through her mind. The Valiant–Brennan, he’d called himself–followed on her tail. His presence behind her was a warmth that spurred her on and gave her courage. He was heavier than she was, and armored and armed, but quiet for someone running in garrison-issue boots. It was a mystery…

  • 2: Valiants and Thieves

    2: Valiants and Thieves

    Brennan stood in front of the Northtemple Cemetery gates, assessing his surroundings. Ornate carved stone and iron curlicues peeked through tangles of bellflowers and ivy. A heavy silence hung over the place. Every creak and rattle of his armor, each inhale and exhale felt like a shout–especially when dealing with such a talented thief. He…

  • 1: Midsummer Mayhem

    1: Midsummer Mayhem

    “Hey, get back here!” Captain Brennan Hawke called out, his voice stuttering as he thundered down the rickety wooden stairs threaded through Rowan Estates. Despite the neighborhood’s lofty name, the cramped collection of row houses zigzagging through The Scatter was a chaotic, unkempt labyrinth. And to his annoyance, the perfect place for a fleet and…