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Weekend Writing Warriors: An Excerpt from CITY OF SCARS

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  We’ll see if I can make this a regular weekly thing. =D

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This week we’re going to return to the City of Scars (Book 1 of the Skullborn Trilogy).  The novel begins near the end of a decade-long conflict called the Rift War, when the humans of the world have been forced to unite against the inhuman armies of Carastena Vlagoth, the Blood Queen.  In this scene Corgan Bloodwine, the leader of Silver Company, reminisces about life before the fighting as he and his men march across a scarred and ruined landscape.

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Corgan dreamed of Ral Tanneth while he walked.  The waters of the Grey Sea softly collided against the distant shores, and the shadows of birds soared low through the silver sky.  The city’s domed rooftops glittered copper and gold; arched bridges ran between the towers.  Robed citizens wound their way through the streets, going about their business without any knowledge of the Blood Queen or the Rift War, because none of that had happened yet.  The only fighting was on the far side of the Empire, minor border skirmishes or maritime engagements against Sethia or Den’nar, nothing on the same level of devastation and loss to follow in the next few years. 

The memory was vivid.  Corgan smelled the blackberries and heard the music of strings, felt the warm sun on his face and the cool and misty winds rolling in from the Grey Sea. 

That was how Ral Tanneth had been, before the War.

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Thanks for dropping by, and have a great weekend!

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