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Here is an excerpt of a book I'm working on. Just thought I'd put it out there to see what people think about it.
Chapter 1
The full, bold face of the moon showed through the scattered, ribbon thin clouds, as it lit the ground. The gusty winter wind blew through the barren trees to chill the bone. He felt the numbing as he waited in the shadows. It seemed time had stopped and he had crouched by that bush for all time. Out of the corner of his eye, something moved or did it? Was he numb from cold or fear? A sound, or not? Was someone or something there? Nerves, it had to be nerves but he put his left hand on his dagger anyway, just to feel it. The other hand felt for the small pouch at his waist as he looked to the field that lay before him. He looked to the high moon as he whispered, “I guess it’s time to chance it, I’ll never get there sitting here. The longer I wait, the more the chance I’ll be found out and that will do no one any good, especially me.” With that, he was on the move, a silent, swift walk with eyes looking. His ears and legs reacted at the same time to the distant howl of a wolf. He had to get to the safety of the trees and fast. Glancing back he saw nothing but the pack of white wolves coming straight for him. Ghosts coming from the mist of the forest he had left only moments before. If he had waited any longer they would have had him by now, with no chance of escape. Why had he waited at all, he knew time was short.
“With the whole pack on my heels, the trees will be of no help at all,” he thought in his racing mind. “I’ll have to get to the bog, it’s my only hope. If they catch me now all is lost. It’ll all be for naught.” He was muttering aloud to himself now. It seemed to add speed to his legs. He felt the breath of the beast on his neck. Grabbing the dagger and turning in mid stride, the lead wolf was on him. A flash of the dagger blade in the moonlight and blood flew as man and beast left the ground, to air, to water. He felt the teeth in his shoulder and the bite of icy water all at the same time…….
He awoke with a pounding heart afraid to move. Had it been a dream or was he dead. He tensed his muscles just a bit to feel them move. No, not dead, yes it was a dream, the same dream as before. It all was coming back to him. He was in a nice feather bed with no wolf bites, only the scars one gets in war. The wounds had healed on his body but not his soul and he knew it. He was still at war but not for King and Country, for himself, with himself. Every day is a new war and the first battle was to get out from under the duvet and meet the day, be it morning or more the like, after. The night before was now rolling back into his brain as a cloudy day or night as the case may be.
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Chapter 1
The Dream
The full, bold face of the moon showed through the scattered, ribbon thin clouds, as it lit the ground. The gusty winter wind blew through the barren trees to chill the bone. He felt the numbing as he waited in the shadows. It seemed time had stopped and he had crouched by that bush for all time. Out of the corner of his eye, something moved or did it? Was he numb from cold or fear? A sound, or not? Was someone or something there? Nerves, it had to be nerves but he put his left hand on his dagger anyway, just to feel it. The other hand felt for the small pouch at his waist as he looked to the field that lay before him. He looked to the high moon as he whispered, “I guess it’s time to chance it, I’ll never get there sitting here. The longer I wait, the more the chance I’ll be found out and that will do no one any good, especially me.” With that, he was on the move, a silent, swift walk with eyes looking. His ears and legs reacted at the same time to the distant howl of a wolf. He had to get to the safety of the trees and fast. Glancing back he saw nothing but the pack of white wolves coming straight for him. Ghosts coming from the mist of the forest he had left only moments before. If he had waited any longer they would have had him by now, with no chance of escape. Why had he waited at all, he knew time was short.
“With the whole pack on my heels, the trees will be of no help at all,” he thought in his racing mind. “I’ll have to get to the bog, it’s my only hope. If they catch me now all is lost. It’ll all be for naught.” He was muttering aloud to himself now. It seemed to add speed to his legs. He felt the breath of the beast on his neck. Grabbing the dagger and turning in mid stride, the lead wolf was on him. A flash of the dagger blade in the moonlight and blood flew as man and beast left the ground, to air, to water. He felt the teeth in his shoulder and the bite of icy water all at the same time…….
He awoke with a pounding heart afraid to move. Had it been a dream or was he dead. He tensed his muscles just a bit to feel them move. No, not dead, yes it was a dream, the same dream as before. It all was coming back to him. He was in a nice feather bed with no wolf bites, only the scars one gets in war. The wounds had healed on his body but not his soul and he knew it. He was still at war but not for King and Country, for himself, with himself. Every day is a new war and the first battle was to get out from under the duvet and meet the day, be it morning or more the like, after. The night before was now rolling back into his brain as a cloudy day or night as the case may be.
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