S L Fisher

Demongate S L Fisher

Sany was a thief, and a good one. She'd never been caught, so there was that, and when it came to getting into things that weren't hers, a locked box, a private room...a pocket; she was there, and then gone, with no one to see. Until she wasn't, because of some 'witch hunt thing', or whatever...best not be a part of that one. And now she's on the road as a 'guide', it's temporary of course. A guide for soldiers, armored men from another kingdom who are not accustomed to the desert, because that's such a great idea. Who have a charming 'wild and highly unrealistic' story, probably some myth, about things that go bump in the night, but worse, and much more violent, and deadly. Something that no one could possibly believe...until things start to happen, that shouldn't happen. A burned-out town and everyone killed, a man with fancy robes and glowing eyes, and dead people walking, but the most unbelievable, the most ridiculous and the most outrageous thing that could possibly happen, that no one would ever truly believe? One of those soldiers claims to be a Prince...come on, what are the chances of that?Is the pay worth it? Or is it time to make her own way.