Publisher: Alt Hist Press
“They called me ‘The Vulture’. Wherever there was a battle in this godforsaken world then I was sure to be there. I had been a soldier in the King’s army, but then I became a mercenary, a sword for hire. I followed the smell of blood and I gloried in killing. The money was useful—whores, drink, more weapons—such things must be paid for. But I didn’t do it for the money.“I did it for love.“I would like to say that this is my story, but I am a modest, and an honest man, so in truth this tale is a window into a world, which is open for a short time before the wind blows it in. You, my gentle reader, are lucky not to pass into the world beyond that window—it would be like coming face to face with evil itself.”For the Vulture the arrival of a winged messenger is only the beginning of a nightmare that he hoped would never haunt him again. But his past has caught up with h ...