The River of Frost & Fire

The lull after the morning slaughter was brief and suffocating. By midday, the southern imperial army had reorganized their lines. King Malakar, watching the defeat of his vanguard from a pavilion of black silk two leagues to the south, realized that a frontal assault through the sixty-pace bottleneck would consume half his army before the palisade was breached. He turned to his amphibious specialists—the Blackfin Skulkers. Three thousand swamp-born reptilian…