Being a bastard is sometimes a survival trait. I am not a bad man. Well, I must be honest with myself: I don't try to be a bad man. It just seems to... happen. I woke up in a castle populated by corpses. Devoid of past or present, bereft of even a name, so I must be honest with myself. I discovered I am a wizard with a blade, silent as the wind, and as deadly as a forest fire. When other men look and see safety, I can feel the ambush coming. When...