The last excerpt I’ll be sharing from ‘Better Left Unspoken’. I finished revisions on the second draft this week, but it’s still very rough and in need of a serious edit. I’ll be letting it sit a few days while I finish ‘Air Ship, Ghost Ship’.
By the time they fought through, the invaders all dead, fled or captured, Vrims was gone.King Lynan seized Berkh’s shoulder. ‘You have to find him!’Berkh slapped his hand away. Lynan looked old beyond his years, aged by the events of a single morning. Berkh’s anger flickered and died as he stared into his brother’s grey face, his tired blue eyes.
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