The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.
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They hurried back through the labyrinth, returning to the mouth of the fissure they had climbed. Kina saw them from below and yelped in joy, but it proved a slow, hard descent, slipping and stumbling on the icy stone. Bennek was the only one who wasn’t weary. The vigor of the storm infused him. He used the strength it gave him to help the others in their retreat.
“No,” Lanyon decided with a wan smile. “It was colder then.”