Day 21, Month of Solarith, Year 601 Marion kicked off the clammy sheets and rolled closer to the edge of the bed. On a hot and humid summer evening, with no breeze to stir the curtains of the opened windows, the night air was very still but for the drizzle that dripped on the hillside. The villagers below were calling the last few days ‘Hell’s furnace’; to those who have never witnessed how truly horrible things could be in the underworlds, it was just an expression. However,
