The slave girl shook as she walked toward the two groaning, whimpering Savv Macthal had left before her.
Tag: Tolkien
Strength of the Shepherd (Chapter One)
“For Rath’s sake,” Macthal cursed, invoking the god of the Pale, and all his forsaken glory. The deer broke through thirty feet ahead of him. It was no child. It was no normal deer either. It was almost an elk’s size, like from the wood’s more northern reaching arms, but with the graceful lines of a white tailed stag. Its pelt was bone white, save for a wicked and ragged gash on its right flank, whose red stain widened even as it splashed into the water and tried not to fall from a long jump over some particularly gnarled roots.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’ P.7
His face was impatient. He knew Liz had something she'd been waiting to say- he'd have to have been blind not to.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’ P.6
No one would ever get lost, traveling from Thornbrook, to whatever this new place on the frontier would be.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’ P.5
Liz was still unable to get her mind to work, but the name of the monsters wandered from her lips easily enough.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’ P.4
Liz never got how her ma had fallen for an absent man like Douglas.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’ P.3
With one of his calloused fingers, Douglas pointed over the campsite they'd pitched.
Glimpse into the Vault: ‘Always New Country’
However far her father had traveled, over hillock and fjord, he couldn't out march time.
Diary of the Vault Scribe #11: Musing on Tonality
There is a magic to story telling.
Glimpse into the Vault: Friend
“This guy would have to be a mage, or a god.”