Orconomics (The Dark Profit Saga, #1)

by J. Zachary Pike

“Ye must be Angusss,” said Gorm, stamping up to the bar. “Anguss,” corrected the serpentine barkeep, polishing a glass. “The middle ‘s’ is silent.”

“I just expected something a little more …” said Niln, clutching the pouch and the

“They can’t,” said Jynn. “Surely you’re familiar with our gross domestic product.” “Of course I am. Why do ye think I’m drinking imported?” said Gorm, shaking his tankard at the noctomancer. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Unless they rode away on Great Eagles,” said Heraldin, a vocal proponent of the theory.