Throne of Blood and Ash
Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Spar II
Faced with Vesyrn, who bore so much resemblance to Father, I felt I was facing him instead. I drew Zanifar from its scabbard and held his stare. Unlike the others, I couldn't feel his emotions, but currently, he was wearing them like a glove.
He was annoyed.
"Did I bother you?" I asked, without my usual smile, observing the tensing of his jaw, the tightening of his shoulders, and the growing of his brow. He didn't answer, but his natural reaction told me all I needed to know.
I glanced at Master, beaming like a schoolgirl, when he moved almost as if to surprise me. He was on me in the blink of an eye, his sword suddenly whirling into a spear, piercing towards my throat.