New Epic Fantasy WIP: The Sundered Souls

Prologue

One gold bit. Ten silver monarchs. A thousand silver bits. A small fortune to kill a legend.

Thartensen rolled the gilded coin across the top of his calloused hand from his pointer to little finger and back again. Golden light played off the King’s face imprinted upon its surface. With the spoon in his other hand, he scooped up a helping of pickled eggs, and stopped, his attention drifting to the picture on the tabletop. He took in the artist’s rendering of the raven-haired woman, her...