Harrow

In March we brought you GIDEON, and here it is, her sequel, her champion, her reluctant idiot best friend who can't even lift a sword properly.

An aggressive and not quite complementary pairing to Gideon's dirt and spice comes cold and chalky Harrowhark Nonagesimus. I promise you've never smelled anything like it.

“O corse of the Locked Tomb," she prayed silently to herself, "the cold death to anyone who looks at me in pity; the heat death to anyone who looks to me in amusement; the quick death to anyone who looks at me in fear.”