The Knight and the Acolyte Book 3 Barbaric PassionChapter 1
I knelt next to the corpse that used to be my master on the hill overlooking the burned wheat field. I stared calmly at the four women that surrounded me. They were my master's enemies. They had killed his mortal vessel. But I knew he was not dead. I knew the lengths my master had gone through to insure his continued existence beyond his vessel's termination. The scent of death lingered in the air, mixed with ash and fire. Swaths of the wheat field had burned during the fight with my...