Skip to main content

A sample of chapter 3 -- Prince of the Furies

“Here I go again,” he groaned in the darkness of his room.
Wet with perspiration, Rogan felt as if eyes were upon him. He sat up in fear, but the room held no trace of the specter. He froze for a moment, and then nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a tap upon his window.
“Who is it at this hour?” his asked in a low voice.
The window was opened only a crack, but an answer came through. “It is Leonin. We need to talk…”
Rogan crept through his sleeping house, careful not to disturb his parents and sisters asleep in their own bedrooms. He had no idea the time. Once outside, a chill wind roused his senses. There upon the road stood Leonin dressed in Farrian garb, but as one set to travel.

“Leonin, what is it? You scared the life out of me,” asked Rogan, still startled.
“It is true. Your dreams have not left you. The road has not let you go,” he replied.
“It is my burden. The only one foolish enough to touch a holy jewel…”
“You are not the only fool.”
Rogan did not understand. He hurried up and changed indoors, and followed Leonin across the fields along the forest edge. They settled within a grove of trees, like an island on the plain, still well before sunup. Leonin was calm, but not at peace. Rogan gazed at him with pity.
“Leonin, I am so sorry for the events at the scrutiny. They must know they have spoken in error,” he said.
“There is no changing what has taken place. We are marked, you and I. What we bear cannot be altered,” replied Leonin. But Rogan did not comprehend.
“My mark, I understand, but what of yours? Do you mean that of being a Farrian – a Lanfersian?”
“To the Lanfersi, I am no longer its son,” he muttered, “but the mark I bear is one like yours.”
He gazed at Rogan, reaching into a pocket to pull out an item wrapped in cloth. “Only you can I trust with this. Not even Andro would understand...”
Rogan held his silence as Leonin unrolled the object within the cloth. In the dim light of dawn he saw a glimmering object; first seemingly black, then ruby red as Leonin held it up to the sky. The size and length of a small dagger, it seemed a curious object.
“What is it?” asked Rogan.
“The Rindurron, at least what remains of the blessed jewel. And I am its keeper.”
“But how?”


Popular posts from this blog

What's in a name?

A much-awaited update:

The timeline for getting book four done before the new year is on track. One edit is finished. The second edit is also complete thanks to some very helpful writing software (Grammarly, if you're curious). Now comes the final edit, and I am currently several chapters in....give or take a few pages. Needless to say, I am happy how everything is coming along; and more importantly, how the story is progressing.

Now a bigger announcement: I've changed the name. I have my reasons, but I wanted something a bit more accessible and curious. Drum roll please -- The Lords of Wintertide. So now the fourth installment of the Outcast Alliance series is coming close to fruition. I even have the cover ready to go so it will be an easy transition.

Ok, so now I have some writing software to push me along -- the previously noted Grammarly and organizer extraordinaire, Scrivener. These will certainly help me in the future. But what about the past? I have decided on somethi…

About time

What does the average author do after completing and publishing a book? Well, sit on it for two months, of course. Okay, that's not the norm, but that's exactly what happened here. No parties, no banners, or parades...nothing.

Well, what did I do? If you read my previous posts you will understand I am a man of my word. Once the Lords of Wintertide got published I was going to redo some things with the first three books -- slight cover changes, minor editing, and formatting nuances. Now they're all perfect! Or, as perfect as they are going to be in this lifetime.

So all four books of the Outcast Alliance Series are out and polished, ready for your scrutiny in paperback or Kindle. I'll even pop the Amazon Author Page link right here, and we're off and running (with book five somewhere down the line)...Enjoy!

End of the tunnel...

I finally have something to say.

Despite my best efforts at procrastination, I have a book. Book Four, to be exact. I am sticking with the Lords of Nordhiem (tentatively) as the title, as the Outcast Alliance series continues.
Now before you run out the door in heated excitement, there's bad news. It's not quite done yet. Please, put down the mouse and iPhone; click off that Amazon site and back away from the computer. I've editing to do.
I have apprehensions of even telling you I am finished, because editing is still a laborious event for me --  but oh so necessary if you want something remotely readable! (and yes, I do define my books as remotely readable) But that is where the magic happens -- sometimes literally -- and the story goes from readable to even enjoyable. 
So keep your eyes and ears open for more updates, and let's get this done in 2017! Thank you for waiting...and God Bless Texas!!! (hit the road, Harvey)