Chapter 23 Dust felt The Badlands stirring with interest as they ran to Claw of the Gods, a thousand eyes and consciousnesses giving them cautious initial…
Chapter 22 He was tending to his rituals when the cultist came; making fresh slices in his flesh, collecting, praying and pouring sugar onto the wounds.
Chapter 21 Night came quickly, shoving the day rudely aside. Time always seemed to race when Dust was waiting on a battle, when he had to put civility aside…
General Richard Ryman stood at his office window, a draught of whiskey in his hand, and watched this rare tranquility.
Chapter 19 As he stood beside Father Kilkenny, reviewing the spells the Father’d used on his chapel, Dust realised that it’d been some time since he had been…
Chapter 18 Shadows Fade again reflected on how odd white folk could be as she and Eleanor Naismith walked through the white band; a sensible band would have…
Chapter 17 Dust felt rude for entering the house of a God he was sure didn’t exist, like he’d broken in.
Chapter 16 Father Kilkenny was checking his precious cargo when the news came.
Chapter 15 Penelope fought tears the moment she awoke. Her blissful rest was over and another set of hours had begun. That was how she thought now; in hours.
Chapter 14 Dust had hoped to find something… straightforward at the telegraph line; something unequivocal and simple, one big fight and then they find…
Chapter 13 Pendleton McKenzie was the kind of man who tried not to think about things too deeply, a useful trait for a mercenary; as long as the pay was…
Chapter 12 Dust and Naismith rode to Shadows Fade, stopping a few feet from her.