Ben Jericho
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Iphigenia
The first rays of sun illuminate the woods around the clearing, shrinking the pools of shadows that had covered the tribe’s hunters. Nelaust looks around, adjusting his eyes to see dozens of men crouched beneath the trees and in the brush. Light filters down through the trees and more appear, their nocturnal hiding spots exposed by the sun. The clearing is surrounded, dozens of spear points glinting in the sun as each group moves into their position.
By Ben Jerichoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Kinkiller
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. By the time Tarren was done, there wouldn’t be anymore. He’d promised that to himself so many times that he had started to believe it. But Frear Valley was dozens of miles away, and he’d have to win control of the clan before he could think about the dragons. That’s what The Delmoot was for.
By Ben Jericho2 years ago in Fiction