Series: The Rusted Blade
- Swordmaiden
- Paladin
- Rust, Blood, and Flame
- Light, Faith, and Sacrament
- Feeding the Flame
- The Fire Consuming
- An Embrace Eternal
- Dancing with Death
- A Chosen Tool
- Silence after the Storm
- A True Beginning
- Distant Whispers
- In Presence Exalted
- Servants of Fire
- Of the Dark, Of the Light
- A Warm Glow
- An Introduction and a Challenge
- Flames of the Fire
- Blazing Sparks
- Burning Coals
- Rebirth by Flame
- Aspects of Divinity
- Burden’s Release
- Cold Fire – and Hot Fury
- Resolve and Passion
- Grim Purpose
- That Which Is Given
- Grim Focus
- Weight and Depth
- Grim Satisfaction
- Slaughter and Sacrifice
- Grim Determination
- Duty and Death
- Grim Destruction
- Grim Fury
Moments later, Malika stepped from the forest and stopped at the top of the hill looking down over her village. She could see fires burned throughout the town, set not by the deathless’ attack but rather remnants of household hearths and ovens left unattended after the slaughter. Tendrils of smoke rose up thick enough to obscure portions of the night sky.
Night it may still have been, but she knew that dawn was close at hand. Would the deathless linger in the daylight? Were they capable of such things? She could still see movement down in the village, twisted forms with even more distorted shadows. So much of the lore about these creatures had been lost, and even her local clergyman had seemed to focus his sermons less on the deathless and more on the All-Consuming Flame. Perhaps he himself hadn’t known. Theirs was an outlying parish, after all. Theology had never been a frequent topic for conversation here.
A twisted form moved nearby, and Malika moved to intercept it, blue flame at her side.
