On his relentless hunt for the demon that possessed his mentor Sheriff Parnor, Deputy Grovis Goldwheat encounters wild new peoples and ways of seeing the world. He will do anything to slay the fiend, Zandaroth Peat. But is this cold drive for revenge really what he wants? Or is it the ravenous hunger of the mysterious hand-cannon the dwarves call Demonsling.
Zandranthoth has razed Heathmoor Shire, And stolen away with its sheriff. Deputy Grovis Goldwheat trails the fiend. He is noble, But he is young. Three days east toward Naugdrell, He stirs in an uneasy sleep. […]
Over the rolling emerald blaze of the halfling warren — dotted here and there with round wooden doors of orange and white — a sickly green gloom had come. The white of Sheriff Parnor’s pony […]