An Epic Christmas: On The Eighth Day…
Jan
01
2015
French cover
On the eighth day of Christmas my true Muse sent to me…
Eight Night Honor Guards
‘There were eight riders drawn up on the far side of the bridge, and although their black garb was mired from the road, their armor and weaponry looked well kept and the winged horse device glittered on each mailed breast. They had maintained order, despite the delay, and held their formation as the Patrol approached.
“These,” said Sarathion, “look like elite troops.”
“Honor Guard,” said Haimyr…’
~ from © The Gathering Of The Lost, The Wall of Night Book Two: Chapter 10 — A Pebble Falls
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