“No wonder the skinny chit remembered him,” remarked a raven haired beauty. “Did you notice his codpiece?
Category: fantasy excerpt
This Textured Darkness, #48
“Give Oren Hunter a room full of air and light. Fresh rushes and women to attend his bathing.”
This Textured Darkness, #47
‘I’ve witness the Spring Calling of Spirits. I’ve seen the Gibbor open the night sky and call the spirits down.”
This Textured Darkness, #46
Queen Laveth had mentioned they needed an extra pair of hands and then the girl had appeared.
This Textured Darkness, #45
Oren whipped his head around, nearly losing his footing. It was the girl from the scrub oak, only she was a woman now.
This Textured Darkness, #44
From Oren’s palm a small bird flew out. Small as a bee, the three spotted falcon grew to its actual size as it winged it way above the crowd.
This Textured Darkness, #43
“I was marked by Jah when I placed my hand on the rock,” said Oren.
“The scar seems like a living thing,” remarked Fulcruchen.
This Textured Darkness, #42
“While you were tending garden, I was a man fighting in the foothills of High North.”
This Textured Darkness, #41
“Stop baiting Elymas or his liver will burst!” said the King.
This Textured Darkness, #40
“There was an unusual burst of light from Marsh Wool.”
“The fairies were playing with fire!” screamed Elymas.
