Blood and Justice
Bjorke dug her spurs in Blasit’s flank, urging him across the bridge to the island of Caer Darrow. The beast stood, bleating in protest. The Plaguelands always spooked him a bit. Hero’s fur was standing on end – he didn’t like the place, either. “C’mon, fellas.” She tried to reassure them, but a sense of dread was upon her, as well. Squaring her shoulders, she kicked him harder. The trio moved slowly across the bridge, passing a courtyard where candles seemed to burn without substance. Eerie voices drifted on the wind, just out of hearing. The air was cold, and smelled foul – death, sorrow and despair, if such things could smell.
Hero growled, and Bjorke jerked her body to look behind her. Nothing. Hero continued to stare and growl. “What is it, boy?” A leaf blew across the courtyard, and a faint giggle chased it. A shiver ran down Bjorke’s spine. There was nothing to be seen. Read the rest of this entry »
