Dust on a Dusty road..

As Rendal was looking over his restless men, he could not help but wonder if any of them actually betrayed them, allthough their betrayal might be the only reason that they were alive and free now, it could present humongous problems later. Actually, if there was a betrayer, and if he somehow managed to contact the thieves, most likely none of them would survive this week. God how he hated the damn mondays! Your plan worked master, you might have saved his and many of his men's lives. Sarize thought intently, and made it wander, wander until it reached her master's mind. Of course it worked! Have I ever given you any reason to doubt my abilities? The thought was forced into her mind like a nail into a plank. No. Her simple answer brought a long silence upon her mind, after the series of intense interruptions it had suffered this last hour, finally being able to relax was soothing. The boy must live, see to it that he does, and remember, you suffer the same fate as him. With thi...

Its been a while since the last one, simply because I needed some time to picture how the battle would be. The sunlight started creeping over the nearing hills as Rendal planted his feet outside the tent, he clenched his fists and shouted "To arms my brethren!", after the echoes had retreated total silence replaced them, even the horses were silent, then the first warning came in, the howl of a shadowlurker sounded twice. Even if noone had heard the weak wardrums, nobody would ever have missed the penetrating howl, unless they were deaf. Somehow the camp started moving again, the howls had triggered a part of their minds were the only things that existed were warlust and obedience, total obedience. Everyone was getting ready for battle, saddling horses, preparing their armor, sharpening their weapons, eating and drinking, feeding horses and so on. The camp was now a stew of noice and shuffling, but due to effiency and discipline the camp was cleared up in less than twenty mi...

Warning: Long post, (and for those who worry about such things, I'm told that this is pretty "heavy" fantasy writing.) At last I decided to just put up the whole prologue of my upcoming book (A thread of hope.. Oh you guessed that already ? Well.. whatever!) and (of course) I want to know what you think of it... Its a pretty long read I guess.. Anyway, good luck! :-) Prologue of «A thread of hope» Part 1.«The crystal tower» A mild south east wind blew slowly throughout the charred town, and spread the macabre smell of death and ashes through the windows of the few houses left intact. It was placed around the top of a scorched round hill, was about 2000 feet east, west, north and south, it was surrounded by a wooden palisade, and the top was surrounded by 20 feet tall reinforced granite walls. The streets were literally soaked with blood, crushed coal lay spread on top, and to make matters worse, random body parts lay everywhere. This left the road looking like a river of ...