With only her sorcerer's powers and the swordswoman Corson to protect her, the Lady Nyctasia was forced to flee her beloved city of Rhostshyl. Solving riddles and casting spells, fighting pirates and helping escaped slaves, sword and sorcery have stood back-to-back dueling with adventure.
But now, Nyc's beloved city needs her. This is no street brawl, but a civil war, which Nyc must win... or all is lost!
Here is a web to catch the wind -And a loom to weave a lay.
Riddles play on words, my friend -Play on these and play you may.
This simple riddle was the clue that started the sword-for-hire Corson and her sorceress companion, the Lady Nyctasia, on, a hunt for the greatest treasure ever hidden.
But this long-abandoned treasure is the hoard of the dread Cymvelan Circle, whose scattered members are coming together again to claim what is theirs...
The life of a sword-for-hire was often uncertain, but for beautiful, sensual Corson brenn Torisk it was the only one worth living.
When Corson was hired by the Lady Nyctasia, it seemed that fortune was smiling at last. The Lady was pretty, amusing, and rich, and her reputation for sorcery, she assured her new bodyguard, was greatly exaggerated.
For Corson had little liking for magic, and less for magicians. But she had a high regard for her own skin, and when her employer's enemies proved both numerous and determined, she soon decided a sword was not enough. Any weapon would do, even the Lady's necromancy...
'It's fun to see a tall, handsome, hard-fighting, hard-drinking, barbarian hero -who is female.' -Piers Anthony
