1. Conrad Hornberger

    Open Sorry Sack of Bones

    "Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day" The clearing stank of copper and wet fur. Steam curled off the carcass of a fat red deer, belly slit wide and spilling its warmth. The deer hung from a crooked tree, its back legs roped over a thick branch. Blood ran slow and dark from the gutted deer...
  2. Conrad Hornberger

    Conrad Hornberger

    He was not born into greatness, but into hunger. The fifth son of a crumbling noble house, he inherited little but dust, a old sword, a swaybacked horse, and a crumbling mill. Too poor to curry favor and too proud to beg, Conrad turned to the roads. Where law is weak, Conrad makes his own. He...
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