This is a new feature. Every Sunday I’ll be posting 8 lines of… something. Either a current WiP, a WiP in waiting, or maybe lines from something that is already finished.
This week’s lines are from Song and Sword:
It was hot, and silent, and she felt a sense of timelessness, then the presence that was Arithen filled the room and she was granted a vision and she heard His voice that was not a voice. “Victory will be yours. You will be sorely tested and you will make powerful enemies, but you will also find true friends.”
Had the word not come from her God she would have scoffed.
She had no friends – not anymore…
She closed her eyes but that only made the scene more vivid: mutilated bodies, victims of a Drow raid on her village, left to rot in the summer sun, a feast for scavengers.
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