The Races of Andurun: Humans

Humans, while not as storied as some of the Elder races of Andurun, have a long history that many of their own kind don’t even recall. A short lived race, one of the most short lived of all the races of the realm, they are equally short minded and sometimes very rash, tending to disregard history and past learning for the unattainable “future”. Being the most plentiful race of the realm means that Humans run the gamut of good to evil. They can be the best or the worst that the mortal mind and spirit can fabricate, and are as many times champions as they are villainous; while a good many refrain from such engagements and prefer a quieter life of solitude or peace. Humans favor no proclivity and are as often found worshipping the One God as they are waxing philosophic in the Temples of Unitar, or reaching for no higher goals whatever.

Coronation of the Northern King, Dragonmarch Chapter 3

Welcome to the third and final sample chapter for Dragonmarch: The Canticles of Andurun Book 2. Next month is going to see the release of my second novel on Kindle towadr the end of May. Also, my wife has begun considering how she is going to design the cover art for Dragonmarch to have it ready for its release! I can't wait to see what she arrives at. At any rate, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and feel free to catch up with the earlier chapters already available for both Dragonmarch and Dragonsong, Book 1 of the series. God bless!

Stormfyre Chapter 30

            Kirstin followed Kamil through an almost visible foot path in the woods, bobbing between trees, stopping to climb over a rather large pine that had been felled years ago and was still decaying. She thought his travel was random at first, but then she heard him call to someone far off. She froze when her foot found a brittle twig under the snow and Kamil spun to look behind him. Hidden in the shadow of the felled tree there was nothing for him to see. He continued to walk and again he called out ahead of him. He slid down a small gulley and vanished from sight. Kirstin broke from her cover and ran after him, pulling her sword free of her scabbard for no reason she could think of. It simply seemed like he was heading into danger. The soldiers at the border wall told them that demorn were rampant to the north. Could Kamil be mistaking one of the demorn for a lost traveler?