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coast, on the continent of Antiopia
    Zulhijja (Decore) 928
    6 th month of the Moontide
    The Fist awoke as the windship drifted aimlessly across the skies.
    Malevorn Andevarion heard someone moving in the darkness: his bunkmate Dominic, dressing himself for his turn on watch on the decks above. Poor, dedicated Dom, drifting about like a lost sheep now their invincible Fist had been all but destroyed over the past few months. And his illusions that the Inquisition was a force for truth and justice, and virtue was rewarded and sin punished, had been shattered too. He had discovered that life was far from fair.
    Malevorn had outgrown such childishness before he was ten.
    He feigned sleep now, having no desire to converse, listening instead to the noises of the windship at night: the timbers creaking, the wind tugging futilely at the remaining stumps of masts on the half-burned hulk. None of the surviving Inquisitors had strong enough sylvan-gnosis to effect swift repairs. They were adrift, and would remain so for some time unless rescue came. The ocean crashed far below. Moonlight shone dimly through a small porthole barely six inches in diameter as he went back over the encounter at the island, worrying at the questions it had raised.
    How could Alaron Mercer have escaped? Who was that mudskin girl with the terrifying strength? What about the shapechangers: were they really the dreaded Dokken? Were they also pursuing the Scytale?
    The cabin door opened, as he had known it would about now, and Raine Caladryn, her goblinesque face alight with mischief, sidled through. He watched as she disrobed. Her breasts were as much chest muscle as anything else, and her waist was fleshy, her bottom slab-like. Her shoulders were broad and her thighs solid. Her face was ill-formed and she was quite the least feminine woman he’d ever had – but there was something in Raine’s glowering hatred of the world that he related to. They were alike in that: both driven by bloody-minded greed and lust.
    Beauty is a myth
, he thought.
Compatability is more important. I like the way she tastes and smells and thinks
. His cock was rigid well before she slid into the bunk and gripped it, purring appreciatively. Her mouth was sour, but it tasted sweet to him as they kissed and groped, his fingers inside her wetness while she stroked him. He mounted her and stabbed deep into her, and they pounded into each other, sweating and grunting, until at last she clawed his back and spasmed beneath him, and that brought on his own climax. He sagged onto her, his skin as slick and flushed as hers.
    ‘Can’t imagine why that silly cunt Virgina thought chastity was divine,’ Raine panted in his ear.
    ‘The Noorie woman skewered her with a mast,’ Malevorn said, still marvelling at the feat. ‘I saw it: a forty-yard throw, hard enough to penetrate her shields and armour. Impossible.’
    ‘Ordo Costruo?’ Raine suggested.
    ‘She looked too dark – even the darkest Ordo Costruo are half-bloods. This one was black as a peasant.’
    ‘Revolting. Have you ever fucked a mudskin?’
    Malevorn shook his head violently. ‘Kore, no! The very thought disgusts me.’
    Raine guffawed. ‘Get away with you. You men will fuck anything with a hole.’ She grunted, looking down at herself. ‘Luckily for me.’
    ‘I’d take you ahead of anyone else.’
    ‘Liar. First pretty girl we meet, you won’t even look back.’
    ‘Not true. You and I are cut from the same cloth, Raine Caladryn. We want the same things, we have the same scruples. We’re kindred spirits.’ He looked down at her mockingly. ‘You’ll fall in love with me. Everyone I screw does.’
    ‘
Love?
’ she snorted. ‘Go to Hel, pretty boy. I don’t believe in it.’ She scratched herself thoughtfully. ‘So, this Alaron Mercer of yours has the Scytale of Corineus.’
    ‘Not for long. He’s an imbecile.’ Malevorn scowled. ‘We’ll take it off him soon enough.’
    ‘And then?’
    ‘We’ll give it