Lord Hasler faces allegations of treason and must clear his name to remain Lord Protector of the city. As his future hangs in the balance he sets about unearthing the dark origins of the Warspite’s forgotten powers. Hasler’s knowledge of the Dark Arts is limited, but faced with a powerful witch and the walking dead, he sees little option other than to re-establish the Warspite’s grand mastery over what was once known as the Powers of the Sixth...
Hi, I'm Alfred Duff, first and foremost I would like to tell you that I have had great pleasure in creating The Warspite Series and I hope you enjoy reading the books just as much. It has been an interesting journey, and I have really enjoyed opening the door on some of the more vivid and gritty realities that one might expect to find in a world where alchemy, the supernatural and a dark religion all contend for supremacy!I was born with an insatiable appetite for history and for writing fiction, but it was not until I served several years in Her Majesty's Royal Navy, that the idea for the Warspite Series was first kindled in my imagination. From my days floating around the seas writing notes, to the last book in the series, the fantasy world in which the books are set has grown and evolved beyond what I could have ever thought possible at the outset. And now its seems as if I have more stories and characters in my head than I have time to write about!
The payment can't be settled with money or favors. He only wants one thing. Me.
Every action gets a reward. A button. Once I fill his jar with three hundred and sixty-five buttons, he'll let me go. He'll let me walk away.
But I have to earn every single one. By submitting to the darkest, cruelest, and most beautiful man I've ever known.
** TRIGGER WARNING ** There are some dark and disturbing scenes of abuse and punishment.
When I saw my escape, I took it. Now I'm in New York City and trying to get my life back on track. Despite the tracker in my ankle, Crow hasn't come for me. He hasn't even called me. I told him the depth of my feelings but he cruelly rejected them.
Maybe he's forgotten about me.
One day, I walk into my apartment and spot the pile of buttons on the counter. I never left them there, and there's only one explanation for their presence.
Maybe Crow hasn't forgotten me after all.