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...and another look.

The editing process is going full tilt, when I don't lose concentration in lieu of lessor things (damn internet). My latest offering -- Prince of the Furies -- is headed the way I wanted it to go, but I find my tastes aren't always mainstream. Folk like what they like. This snippet, from Chapter 23, is the beginning of the end of my third installment. With luck, I will have it out by December, if not earlier (but don't hold me to it -- okay, you can hold me to it).




Andro awoke early the last day of Ambarric. The barn loft held little warmth and his breath steamed in the frigid air. He did not sleep much – a bale of hay made for an uncomfortable bed. The next day was the first of Rontenn – Equinox day. Just the thought of it kept him awake in guard of Maia. She turned beneath a makeshift blanket – her riding cloak. Upon hearing Andro, her eyes opened wide. “Your first night with a girl in a hayloft?” she asked in jest, stretching her arms and yawning. “The first time all nigh…