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:
cheers,
Kurt
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Chapter Fifty-Three
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.
