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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Eleven

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The city burned. With the fall of the river gate, the Aedring flooded through the city, looting and pillaging as they went. The residents had fled, left unharmed by the Aedring hillsmen, but searched for any valuables they might have tried to carry off with them. Among those feeling had been the sheik, Mashraf, attempting to hide amongst them, disguised as a woman. Even so, the Aedring had found him and captured him, binding his limbs with thick cords. As the city fell, the Hashalites who remained, fighting in different parts of the city, offered their arms to the Aedring.

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Coming Soon

Both of the current stories, Wisdom From The Ashes and Daughter of the Windswept Hills, are drawing close to their ends.

Replacing Wisdom From The Ashes is the next in The Chronicles of the White Bull series, Legion of the Sands, an 8200 word novelette.

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Following on from Daughter of the Windswept Hills is the next Deeds of Peregrine and Blade sword and sorcery story, an almost 18000 word novella which introduces the other member of the due, Blade, entitled The Red Blade.

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Eleven

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The night was long and cool, with a crisp and clear sky. A scattering of stars were strewn bright across it, pinpoints of brilliant cold light against the sable. Zethar stared up at them, his breath misting. There was a sense of peace there, just watching them, avoiding thoughts of what was to come.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Ten

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Night blanketed the lands, with a few stars shimmering through patches of clear sky in the clouds. The moon had not risen, and so all remained in a deep gloom. The lingering scent of smoke and ash hung in a still air. From the walls of the city, the defenders of Abas Sul dropped burning bundles of wood and rags and pitch, illuminating the area around the walls so that the Aedring could not approach during the night. Not all of the walls were covered, for the land dipped and rose in parts that proved difficult for the light of the flames to reach. Through these areas the Aedring were moving up, with all the stealth of wild animals, silent and unseen. Some had made their way down to the river, slipping into the water and wading along the banks with nary a sound or ripple to betray them. They carried with them ropes and muffled grapples with which to climb the walls. Out in the dark beyond the city, most of the Aedring waited until the small teams had scaled the walls and readied the way for them.

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