Jane bowed before some clients, but not this one, not Haldskyr Bear-grip. It's not that she didn't respect him. Nords just hated bowing. Better for her to stand and watch as Haldskyr studied the three-quarters head-and-shoulders portrait she
Ash-tainted rain poured down from a sky the color of rust as Daria marched uphill, weighed down by her drenched green cloak and her pack. Thunder pealed in the distance, booming across the jagged hills and blackened gullies that stretched al
Sure, things did get all cold and gloomy in autumn, but that just meant it was time to buy an outfit with layers. And it’s not like Quinn had bought any new dresses (that second-hand one didn't count) since coming to Morrowind, so she had to
It all came down to the uniform. They'd drilled that fact into Maiko's head since he'd been a raw recruit: anything you did for the legion had to be in legion colors.
Of course, there'd been some guys who did stupid things in legion colors. Most of th
Daria didn't think that the Nordic couple lounging outside of the Morgendorffer home looked like the kinds of clients Mom usually got. Or Dad either, for that matter. Their non-ritual scars stood out, as did their weapons: A big, two-handed
Sweat was the enemy. Sure, Quinn had lots of enemies: cheap kohl, those lacy veils that Nibenese women wore that got stuck on your makeup, bad hair days, bad pores, and last but not least, Synda Grilvayn. But of all those, sweat was the one
The dusty frontier city of Balmora, in faraway Morrowind, is just about the last place that a bookish and flinty introvert like Daria Morgendorffer would ever want to visit. But her parents see opportunity in its narrow streets and adobe offices, so
The air in the Morgendorffer house had grown stifling.
Maybe it was the rising heat of late spring, made humid by vapors from the Odai River and the swamps of the Bitter Coast. Maybe it was mom's sullen disappointment as she dwelled on her el
It proclaimed this fact in the artificiality of its construction. No adobe or insect shells, just massive blocks of stone piled one on top of the other. This being the Empire, one could be sure someone in charge—pro
"Watch your pockets," Jane warned. "There are a lot of greedy hands here."
Daria's right hand closed around the ten-septim piece in her lower coat pocket as Jane ushered her through the doorway of the South Wall Cornerclub. The smoke hit her before an
Daria took off her heavy glasses and closed her eyes, then raised her right thumb and forefinger to massage them through the lids. Dad had said the new pair was about the same as her old one, but she saw the differences—the lenses got blurry
Quinn started planning for battle from the very moment she awoke.
That's what Imperials did, right? It's not like you could just snap your fingers and get the biggest empire ever. You had to plan, think, and plot to win your battles.
Daria decided that she hated Sera Ondryn's smile. Most of the Dunmer she'd seen preferred to scowl, and if a typical Dunmer smile was anything like Ondryn's, that was probably for the best. He kept it on as he introduced himself in a soft an
Tinos Ondryn smiled wider than any Dunmer that Daria had ever seen. The smile almost looked natural on his gray face, soft and round for a Dunmer's. Only the red eyes gave it away, his gaze as fixed and forced as all the other instructors sh