Awakening to Judgment

[LORD RAFE ALDER MORLAND]

THE WIND is cold and the night is wintery. At least that is what I feel, although the cold has never truly been an enemy.

Not to a vampire.

Perhaps this weather would be acceptable in the extreme climates of the Boreal Territories, where winter roams like a lion untamed after the war. After magic eclipsed and forever changed its landscape.

But somehow, here, in Fang Cou