JACKAL AMONG SNAKES - Chapter 583: Death Makes an Ugly Bedmate

... that homely face, and if it should come time to stare her down again, he was certain he wouldn’t flinch away this time. If he did, death might grow offended and decide to claim him regardless. She was clingy, and didn’t like being refused.

Traugott. The Heralds, as they were apparently called, had shown him countless visions of the former Magister who’d mastered walking into the Shadowlands. There was something special about that land, something that differentiated itself from this realm ...