An Epic Christmas: On The Fourth Day…

On the fourth day of Christmas my true Muse sent to me…

Four Emerian Marches

‘ “Emer isn’t like the River,” the rider said. His eyes narrowed, as though concentrating on something seen at a distance. “It hasn’t had the cities and the Guild to build a peace, or the Patrol to keep it. It wasn’t even a united country for a long time, just a host of little kingdoms vying against each other, and what peace there is has inched its way out from Caer Argent. The four marches were the very last to be br...