Konrad — David Ferring

KONRAD FIRED AGAIN. Another black arrow found its target, this time in the creature's throat. Blood spurted as the arrow drove itself through the furry neck and into the trunk behind, nailing the beastman to the bark.

Both of its arms - the one with spiny claw, the one without - went to its neck, trying to pull the arrow free. Its body twitched spasmodically, there was a liquid gurgle deep in its throat. A final gush of blood pumped from the neck wound, both arms dropped to its sides, and then the thing became absolutely still.

DEEP IN AN isolated corner of the Empire, the young Konrad is flung into a life of desperate exile after the village where he has grown up is razed to the ground by marauding beastmen. In a constant battle for survival, he must seek the answers to his mysterious past in a savage land teeming with the foul servants of the Dark Gods.