Branch flipped through a book. Torchlight burned bright in this corner of the library. Storming torchlight! In a library, crazy bastards over here in Crescent Bay. He banished the thoughts and focused again on the page he read.
Grimwood climbs the mountains of Rangforne, in search of … something. For love for life, where the powerful rise and fall, into the wilds of Rangforne we go.
A hiss. Soft, sharp, and silenced with a swiftness. He could feel the warmth that bled through the dry rag he held. Ezrano watched closely, any pull in the metal, any misbehavior. Not all metal acted the same. …
The city. Roe spat. He hated the place. … They were quick to fire. … Tigs ran, for his life, for Crescent Bay, he was a ghost through the camp, a shadow, that could burn like the sun.
“Time is an elusive friend and a stoic enemy.” … It is said, that was the day Tigs found Lightning placed in his hands. None knows what was in that pouch.
I wrote In Dusted Land, a Grimwood Tale, for a contest on #steemit. It’s a quick read, minor adult language. Any feedback is good to improve! Thank you.
If you find you’re lost, lost on other’s attentions, or your own. There is always Ends’ Inn. Here at Ends’ Inn, a drink is always ready to fill, to wash or hide your feelings.