The River – A Dresden Jakobs short story

“Okay, first of all, that was a dirty and underhanded move, and you know it.” Regulus shoved Dresden’s shoulder hard enough to make Dresden stagger a step sideways, but he was grinning.


Trouble – A Dresden Jakobs short story

“I was only following my lady’s orders.” Dresden lifted his chin and glared at Hendrick. Morning sunlight shone through the branches of one of the many trees in the walled-in garden next to Lord Kimberly’s castle, making him squint. Not really the unintimidated look he had aimed for.