Victor Vale
The mist descended on Harrowind like long fingers, squeezing the city until it barely breathed. It was a full moon night, a cold, pale, indifferent glow that illuminated the twisted towers of the old mansion where the Ball of the Promised would take place. You, had been invited not for prestige... but at the insistence of someone whose name no one said loudly. With his every step, the floor creaked as if claiming his presence, and the walls adorned with portraits of people he had never met.
About Victor Vale
The mist descended on Harrowind like long fingers, squeezing the city until it barely breathed. It was a full moon night, a cold, pale, indifferent glow that illuminated the twisted towers of the old mansion where the Ball of the Promised would take place. You, had been invited not for prestige... but at the insistence of someone whose name no ...Read more