Today I received the final version of the map for my novel. Designed by me and rendered by Matt Ward it is now ready to go when the novel is. This is the broken continent of Athmay – so called as it was a single continent 4000 years ago, before the War of the Summoners…
Obridan didn’t notice the mist lessen. He had been walking for so long. Placing one foot in front of the other was all he could do. Hunger had fled centuries ago, as had thirst. He could not recall the last night he had slept. All his efforts, all of his being, his Will, was focused…
Torbal crouched in the shadows and watched the guards on the street below. He couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as fat one scratched his head. The one in the middle, the leader he presumed, was unable to hide his displeasure at finding the street they’d chased him into empty. But it wouldn’t…
Laeroth fell to one knee, his sword splashing into the creek beside him. He tried to catch his breath but the arrow-arrows, he knew there was more than one, each strike has felt like a hammer blow-shifted as his chest moved. The pain was excruciating. He couldn’t stop the cough when it came and blood…
