The Red Knight (The Traitor Son Cycle, #1)

by Miles Cameron

Some things are best left unexamined. He held the line at that memory, and felt his fear recede a little, like the first sign the tide is in ebb.

In their camp. Or so I hope.” North of Harndon—Harmodius Dissection is one of those skills a man never really forgets. Harmodius had exhumed the corpse himself—not much of a risk, given the haste with which it had been buried. He was only interested in the brain, anyway. Which was as well, as the thorax was badly damaged and the central body cavity was largely empty. Something had eaten the guts. Harmodius was above such feelings as nausea. Or so he kept telling himself. A steady spring rain fell on his back, darkness was falling, and he was in the midst of the northern wilderness, but the body was there for the taking and it was, after all, what had started him on this mad-cap chase. That, and the firm and magnetic draw of the power. Power like a beacon.