Fisher straightened and took me in. “Okay. Are you ready?” “Yes.” My heart kicked like a mule against my ribs, and yet I felt steady with the weight of the sword at my hip. “Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said. Ren laid a steadying hand on my shoulder. “And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”
