I am very, very close to completing the first draft of Berand Brave. And, it is a corker. (that means it's really good). Here's a tease:
Glothau dae Fellananthau
(Demons and Messengers)
Dirkdyths stood amidst the wildly whipping grass of the featureless meadowland. He still gripped his black sword and long knife. The night sky was overcast and dull. The wind moved in patterns across the dark sea of green blades. There was no glow of the moon burning through the thick clouds, and not even a hint of star shine. There were no trees, no animals, nothing. If he closed his eyes, all he heard was the low, pained growl of the wind. He could imagine he was nowhere, untethered, less than alive, uncreated.