Dark Sorceries

Publisher's blurb: All conversation abruptly stops as the door to the inn crashes open. A cloaked figure staggers into the room, falling to his knees. The stranger looks human, though his cowl is pulled low, hiding his features from sight. His clothes are covered in frost and fresh snow. “P-please… h-help… m-me...,” a strangled voice pleads from under the hood. Pain and desperation are evident in the man’s voice.