When the mighty and cruel must be brought low, it’s the killers and the schemers who emerge from the shadows. For chronology fans, this story takes place some one hundred and twenty-five years before the events in Blood Song. The anthology includes an all new Raven’s Shadow novella The Book Burner’s Fall.
Lee Murray’s "Into The Ashes" is #154 in the never.The King Must Fall anthology from Grimdark Magazine is now available in ebook, hardcover, paperback, and audiobook. Catherine Arra’s “Heartbroken” is #169 in the neve. Megha Sood’s “Silence – A Lost Art” is #170 in the. James Wade’s ALL THINGS LEFT IN THE WILD is #155 i. 
Mark DuCharme’s “Horribly Dull” is #171 in the nev. Stuart Jaffe’s Southern Bound is #156 in the never. Michael Mark’s “Celebrating His Ninety-Second Birt. Mark Slade’s YARDBIRD is #157 in the never-ending. Cameron Morse’s “Night Clouds In The Black Hills”. Adkins’s HOTEL NOWHERE is #158 in the nev. Clint Margrave’s LYING BASTARD is #159 in the neve. Evanesced Dethroned Angel’s “I’ve Been Living In H. Emily Carpenter’s "Reviving The Hawthorn Sisters". Barbara Crooker’s “TUTTI-FRUTTI” #175 in the neve. Alena Dillon’s MERCY HOUSE is #161 in the never-en. Tina Barry’s two prose poems “My Small World” and. Drew Fortune’s and Spain Willingham’s BEAST MODE i. Ruth Dugdall’s MY SISTER AND OTHER LIARS is #163 i. When the pair had visited him many years ago in Rotorua, they had carried a message from Rūaumoko, a warning which had prevented his grand-nephew’s death. Te Hoata and Te Pūpū had carried a message for Ngātoro-i-rangi from his sisters when the tohunga-priest was in mortal peril. It might not have been important back then, yet it was significant now. 
Mātua had said there was no lesson, just a chance for an old man and his student to enjoy the thermal waters, but as a swirl of ash drifted across the open door, Temera understood. The tiny blackened print where the fire demon’s talon had scorched the wood stared back at him, demanding his attention, like the dot on an exclamation point. Then, switching the jug on again, he leaned against the kitchen bench and looked through the open door at the veranda post. He scratched the back of his neck where a piece of grass had worked its way inside his jersey, fishing it out and throwing it in the sink. Even that small action made every muscle in his body groan.
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