Description
Tier'ghan Trolde ran from everything. Responsibilities, jealous would-be lovers, debt collectors but most of all from the knowledge he is a failure as a mage. Where his fellow graduates had secure positions at various holdings and were amassing their fortunes he was a wandering wretch without even a paladin to protect him. He'd started out well enough until word spread about the uncanny nature of his spell casting. The core of the spell would be true but there were always unexpected consequences. But a lone mage is most often a dead mage. Without a paladin to protect him, every person he meets could be the last. The last thing Quenoor needs is an idiot mage to look after. He's got more than enough problems of his own. But when the charming red-head ends up on the wrong end of a knife it is up to Quenoor to save his sorry hide. Maybe having a mage around won't be so bad, they might even figure out why the horse they stole can talk and seems to think it is actually a 2000-year-old knight of a long-gone empire.
Chapter 1
