Are we not all lost in the darkness? The blind leading the blind? The damned reaching out to uplift the damned? The thought crossed Rezo’s mind as he held Eris in his arms; knowing her by the curve of her hips and the smell of her hair, and the soft sound of her hitching breath….

Rezo praised his ability, but Zelgadis’ energy was drained like water wrung from a sponge. He’d collapsed during training, pushing himself hard. Refusing to stop even when every nerve in his body said to rest. He had to be stronger. To be the greatest magician. The greatest swordsman. To serve and protect his grandfather. Zel…