The Black Company

by Glen Cook

There were prodigies and portents enough, One-Eye says.

Shadows Linger

by Glen Cook

All men are born condemned, so the wise say.

The Lost World

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, ...

The Black Company / Shadows Linger / The White Rose

by Glen Cook

The White Rose

by Glen Cook

The still desert air had a lenselike quality.

Bleak Seasons

by Glen Cook

Incessant wind sweeps the plain.

Shadow games

by Glen Cook

Sweet Silver Blues (Garrett Files)

by Glen Cook

Water Sleeps

by Glen Cook

In those days the Black Company did not exist.

She Is the Darkness

by Glen Cook

The Old Man looked up.

Surrender to the will of the night

by Glen Cook, Glen Cook

Shadow Games / Dreams of Steel / The Silver Spike

by Glen Cook

The Silver Spike

by Glen Cook

This here journal is Raven's idea but I got me a feeling he won't be so proud of it if he ever gets to reading it becaus...

Port of Shadows

by Glen Cook

Dreams of Steel

by Glen Cook

Many months have passed.

Soldiers Live

by Glen Cook

Four years passed and no one died.

A Shadow of All Night Falling

by Glen Cook

Old Tin Sorrows

by Glen Cook

The Swordbearer

by Glen Cook

Bleak Seasons / She Is the Darkness

by Glen Cook