I am writing - I promise. Here's a snippet of Prince of the Furies:
Once the
meal was over, many of the dignitaries went on their own venturing – as if the
keep were their own possession. Most had lodgings in the Equinox and were free
to inspect and roam, even walk the steep grounds about its stone foundation.
The beacon was a source of wonder for those who chose to stand near, if that
were possible at all. The peak of the mount was a solid rock, steep, slick, and
rounded. If not for several skilled workers who affixed it in place, the beacon would
have surely tumbled off in the wind. Instead, the light burned fiercely, and
from the porch the Alliance and Turran gazed upon its flames.
“It will
look even more marvelous in the night,” said Brenn, leaning against the parapet.
“It shall
bring hope always,” added Turran. “My father had it commissioned, and I never
knew. He has been full of surprises of late.”
“He seems
certain of…well, everything,” replied Fauglir who turned back. Within the
chamber the three lords remained in conversation, albeit, full of drink in
Borgan’s instance.
Turran
smiled, happy to see his father living instead of dying. “He is certain, Fauglir, certain we have
won.”
“Does that
mean it is over?” asked Andro.
“Far from
it,” replied Turran, “it is coming. And after so long a wait, my father sees
the end – the final part. Peace after so long a life of curses…”
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