Overthrow- The Demon Queen 1 File

The voice from under the hood was strange—neither male nor female, young nor old. It was the voice of someone who had already died once and had not enjoyed the experience enough to want a repeat.

“Little mouse. I wondered when you would come.” Overthrow- The Demon Queen 1

The hooded figure climbed onto the pedestal, unwrapped the God-Killer, and raised it above the Heartstone. The voice from under the hood was strange—neither

The ceiling had been replaced with a dome of polished bone, and the floor was polished obsidian that reflected the three of them back as distorted, screaming versions of themselves. At the far end of the room, on a throne made of fused armor from a hundred defeated knights, sat the demon queen. I wondered when you would come

Kaelen’s blood turned to ice. “Don’t listen. Strike! ”

“Strike, then,” she said. “Let me show you what happens to heroes.”

“I won’t miss.”