Kepstadur Keep

All magic has a price. Some pay with grain. Some with wine. Most pay with blood. Unlike the ignorant masses, Sonja knows what to expect, both from magic and from her mission. Reviving her brother will not be cheap. But she's a Vinzler, and the Vinzlers are a stubborn branch. If the magic exists, she and her sister will find it. And the magic had to exist. After three years apart, their final destination lurks on the horizon. A once-beautiful city. A once-lucrative port. A slow-rotting husk. Kepstadur Keep, where a thousand souls vanished in a single day. A price, Sonja was sure. With the help of a jovial foreign mercenary, she ventures into the depths where two facts become clear. First, something stalks these haunted halls. Second, it isn't fully dead.