S.E. Turner's Blog, page 2
July 31, 2018
Teaser from book 4 - A Stag in the Shadows. Be sure to read the other three to follow the story.
To those that had seen it, or heard of it, the mine at Break Pass Ridge was like no other place in the kingdoms. A vast rock face that filled up half the sky, pale grey in colour, and a natural wonder. From miles away it looked like any other colossal formation; proud and unbroken, stretching into the distance where the sprawling rolling hills and pockets of alpine plants had covered it like a protective green winter coat.
But close up, it bore a never ending scar and evidence of brutality. In most places, centuries of wind blown dirt had pocked and scoured it until it resembled an unrecognisable fossil, while in others it exposed cruel curved ribs from giving up its entire contents.
Lifeless craggy cliffs spewed out of the woodland and splintered slabs piled awkwardly on broken boulders like rotting corpses, while sheets of slate protruded from the flesh of the earth resembling a hideous grey skeleton.
Each jagged edge and pointed face cried tears of unbearable suffering, of disappointment and death, for those who had cleaved and clawed at the structure over the previous decades.
And now, the ghosts of more than a thousand men, women and children who had given their very souls to Break Pass Ridge in a futile effort to seek out its precious cargo, could see to their horror, that they had been searching in the wrong place.
But close up, it bore a never ending scar and evidence of brutality. In most places, centuries of wind blown dirt had pocked and scoured it until it resembled an unrecognisable fossil, while in others it exposed cruel curved ribs from giving up its entire contents.
Lifeless craggy cliffs spewed out of the woodland and splintered slabs piled awkwardly on broken boulders like rotting corpses, while sheets of slate protruded from the flesh of the earth resembling a hideous grey skeleton.
Each jagged edge and pointed face cried tears of unbearable suffering, of disappointment and death, for those who had cleaved and clawed at the structure over the previous decades.
And now, the ghosts of more than a thousand men, women and children who had given their very souls to Break Pass Ridge in a futile effort to seek out its precious cargo, could see to their horror, that they had been searching in the wrong place.
July 28, 2018
Kingdom of Durundal
Where clans and courts collide
Where masters and leaders connive
Where you battle to stay alive
In the Kingdom of Durundal
Where the rulers can rise and fall
Where the brave hears the monster's call
Where the people stand stoic and tall
In the Kingdom of Durundal
Where you fight for what's good and what's just
Where you do what you can and you must
Where you put all your honour and trust
In the Kingdom of Durundal
A Hare in the Wilderness
A Wolf in the Dark
A Leopard in the Mist
www.amazon.com/author/seturner
Where masters and leaders connive
Where you battle to stay alive
In the Kingdom of Durundal
Where the rulers can rise and fall
Where the brave hears the monster's call
Where the people stand stoic and tall
In the Kingdom of Durundal
Where you fight for what's good and what's just
Where you do what you can and you must
Where you put all your honour and trust
In the Kingdom of Durundal
A Hare in the Wilderness
A Wolf in the Dark
A Leopard in the Mist
www.amazon.com/author/seturner
