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Chapter 12 The chamber was cold as Kit entered its dark embrace. She left her mother in the early morning sun as her exit sealed behind her. Like every time before, Kit’s eyes widened to absorb as much light as possible, but like each one of those times, there was no light within the tomb... Continue Reading →
Chapter 9 “Othen’s balls, these poor bastards didn’t stand a chance.” A slender man was crouched over the dead bodies that littered the blood stained floor of the blacksmith shop. “Who sends three men to face a black flicker?” “That’s not our concern Jul.” A woman in black entered the shop. The black leather chest... Continue Reading →
Chapter 7 Gryr’s mind had worked and reworked what the boar was as he made his way to his master’s shop. After Olfed was full of Frey’s pie, the two had walked the young boy to his home. I have never seen a boar that big, let alone that color. Gryr was in a trance... Continue Reading →
Chapter 6 “I did not sleep enough…” Gryr’s words were to himself alone as he forced his body up from his straw filled bed. A surge of radiating pain lanced through his body as he forced himself to stand. How is he moving around without a wince of pain? Gryr’s eyes were focused on the... Continue Reading →
Chapter 5 Gryr was drenched in sweat as he let his body fall into a heap on a stool by the forge. Othen’s balls, this sucks. Gryr stretched his hands and flexed his forearms to test how fatigued they were...the answer was not good. To the young apprentice he was serving a punishment that did... Continue Reading →
Chapter 4 A young woman stood, bare, in a black soaked chamber of stone. The cold air sat heavy and motionless around her as she controlled her steady breath. Save for her pale skin, there was nothing else that took shape within the void of the chamber. “Kitaga.” The woman didn’t move as the voice... Continue Reading →
Chapter 3 I should have chased after it...the axe, damnit. Gryr slouched in the mud beneath him for some time after the boar disappeared into the dense forest. For a moment, he let his mind wander to the drumming he heard, it had ended as quickly as the boar disappeared. He knew it wasn’t his... Continue Reading →
Chapter 2 Hopefully the winds hold. Gryr didn’t mind the rain, in fact he actually enjoyed it. In a strange way he felt invigorated, rooted with the land he traversed. That day was one of the rare days Gryr was able to leave the heat of the blacksmith's forge he called home. The master blacksmith... Continue Reading →
Good afternoon everyone, and welcome to Novel November! Everyday I will be posting an EXCERPT, not the full chapter of my novel I am working on in this month! I hope you enjoy, and if you want to read the full chapters, join my Patreon. ENJOY! Chapter 1 “Shit, shit, shit.” Freylik knew not to... Continue Reading →
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