RULER

Book Three of the First Plane Trilogy

The hunched and twisted little demon bent over, one unmarred hand clasping a glass vial of pale purple liquid. Sloshing accompanied a counterpoint of low moaning rising from the emaciated demon half-conscious on the slab bed. I held myself very still in the chill air of the cell as Portlish, the nectar cook, tipped the vial over Rameranselot's lips and allowed the thick stream to pour, mist swirling from the ...