a snippet from FROSTBORN: THE WORLD GATE

Let’s have a little snippet from the rough draft of FROSTBORN: THE WORLD GATE. In today’s snippet, Ridmark’s band continues to co-exist harmoniously.

“Craftier, perhaps,” said Morigna with a sharp smile, “but not as battle-crafty. We left a dozen slain in our wake, and none escaped to warn their false goddess.”

“False goddess?” said Caius, his marble-like blue eyes twinkling. “Dare I hope that you have come to the Dominus Christus at last?”

Morigna scoffed. “The arachar pray to a giant spider-demon. Whatever our differences, Brother Caius, I am sure we can agree that an urdmordar is an unworthy object of worship.”

“You’re in agreement on…anything?” said Jager, feigning astonishment. “If I look skywards, shall I see rain falling upwards and winged pigs soaring aloft?”

“The world will truly end,” said Morigna, “when some crisis arises and you do not have a glib remark ready at hand.”

-JM