''I shall tell ‘you of the Singular Histories and Lamentable Fates of the brothers von Gottlieb... Look into the fire, gentles, for my words can paint pictures in the flames. Look deep, and drift slowly on the heat...”
The old man closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. His voice was soft and warm in the candlelit gloom.
‘Lothar and Johann von Gottlieb. Regard them, in their fine silks and soft leathers. They crave power, glory, success and all that accompanies such - much as do other men. They are ambitious, and in this they match their father, but of him I will speak no...
