Herric stepped forward. His blood dripped onto the throne’s steps.
The Duke set down his goblet. For the first time, something flickered behind his eyes. Not fear, exactly. Recognition. The recognition of a man seeing a force he had miscalculated. a man rides through by stephen r donaldson.pdf
Behind him, the citadel of Cinderfell began to burn. Herric stepped forward
He emerged in the dungeons. Empty, because the Duke preferred executions to imprisonment. Justice, the Duke called it. Efficiency, Herric called it. He did not call it anything aloud. the Duke called it. Efficiency