NonstopGarbage6

(novel library)

Your people roam the Great Steppe, chased and challenged by the fearsome Tribe of the Black Wolf. Their leader, the shaman Zhan-Ukhel, calls forth savage magic from Chernobog, the god who rules their tribe. Your tribe must have a leader who can call down protection from the gods. That leader is you, and this is your saga.

Rule your tribe as an iron-fisted chieftain or as a benevolent guardian. Will your allies support you on the field of battle? Will the gods come when you need them most? Do you even need the gods to smite your enemies, or will you seize divine power for yourself?

Horses in the Falcon

"My name is Kit," she says, sketching a masculine bow instead of a curtsy, as fits her uniform. "And from what I've seen, there have been an awful lot of things going wrong in the city lately. The cart that overturned in the old market—"


"Where the streets are narrow," Nichol says.


"I said that comet was a bad idea," Matty mutters. "For what it cost, we could have had back the bear that does dances. I've heard it's learned to juggle."


"And how many people have reported bad luck, lately?"


"Everyone," Diar says. "I'm telling you, there's something wrong in the city."


"The king and his heirs are at odds," Nichol says. "That's enough to unsettle the gentry. And they unsettle the rest of us."


"No politics on a show night," Matty says firmly. Her gaze falls on you. "What about you, kid? Do you believe in a curse?"


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