Jimmy Chilla was no stranger to danger, but he preferred to dance around it rather than draw a blade. With a wink that could disarm a king and a mind sharper than any sword, he’d outsmarted trolls, swindled sorcerers, and left a trail of blushing barmaids in his wake. When he heard of the Crimson Abyss—a chasm pulsing with forbidden magic and ruled by a sorceress whose beauty was...

The Moonlit Veil wasn’t a forest you found on a map—it was a myth, a whisper that lured the reckless and the restless. Its trees curled like lovers frozen in longing, their branches clawing at a sky where a full moon hung eternal, bleeding silver light into the mist. Jimmy Chilla, with his wild black hair and a leather jacket that bore the scars of a hundred near-misses,...