Chapter 11 Blood and Bone

The chamber stank of death and old power. Beneath Magnus's boots, the floor-a mosaic of bleached bone-was slick with blood black as pitch. Veyne's blood. She came at him again, claws sweeping wide, her twisted form a nightmare of stretched sinew and cursed runes. His blade met her, each impact pulsing with the sword's defiant light, runes flaring b