Tower Of Trample -

You closed your eyes.

She raised her foot one final time. The stiletto heel hovered directly over the back of your neck. Tower Of Trample

A flicker of something—respect? boredom?—crossed her face. "Most come for gold. Or revenge. Or to prove they are 'worthy.' You came to be nothing so that others could be something." You closed your eyes

She was not large, but she occupied space as a black hole occupies a galaxy. Valdris the Imperious. Her hair was a cascade of silver chains, her gown a simple, severe black dress. She wore no crown; her glare was coronation enough. her gown a simple

She stood. Her shadow engulfed you.

"Will you remember?" you asked.

Chapter One: The Gilded Gate