We Wandering Men have such dedicated and supportive fans that we thought that we'd give you all a special treat today. I know, I know - you think that we already do too much as it is, aye? We know, but we think that the lot of you are...well, just worth it! So, without further ado, we'd like to give you an excerpt into our newly released novella, part four of the Skein of Shadows series, The Bonds That Bind Us!
That's right - on the very same day that the novella hits the electronic stands, we're giving you a great big free preview of the opening of this action-packed tale of the anchor-swinging oltreggan! This is one fantasy story that raises the bar - look out Drizzt - here comes Gritgut!
The farm boy wore a thick layer of sweat. Mud crusted his boots, bored under his fingernails, and tanned the frayed hem of his pants. The spring never looked more inviting to the farm boy than after a full day of plowing and seeding the first rows of his father's thirty acres. The lad began to remove his tunic before diving in...
"Ah, better leave him be."
The morning exercise was over. Alastar enjoyed watching the lives of common people, and such probes into the sheet of shimmering water also refreshed him to do more taxing divinations. Without such lighter studies, he would wear down the most precious tool he had: his mind. As the only person to survive the transition across the Veil, Alastar was the Order's sole eyes on the other side of the Well of Time's domain.
The water's cascade misted his dormitory-sized grotto, thin tendrils of milky air rising from the pool of liquid that consumed the bulk of the space. Pillars jutted up from the pool
