Song of the Fell Hammer

by Shawn C. Speakman

  But first, she would have to find it. Then she would have her revenge.

  Darkness bled west from the eastern horizon, a patient predator eternally stalking its prey. Isere would be like the night, but her quarry would not escape.

  She turned and entered the Tanglewood, her cloak brought close.

  And she was gone.