A Skillful Warrior (Soulnecklace Stories book 2)
“Saw them clutch at the empty air, screaming, searching for something, anything, to hold on to. What had N’tombe done? What had I done? It was my tracks, set so plainly in the heather that had led them here. Yet this army had to be stopped, before it could destroy other towns, other lives.
Heartsick, I turned away. And realized - not all the soldiers had fallen over the escarpment. The rear-guard had managed to rein their horses in, just in time. But horses are creatures of instinct; their custo...m is to stay with the herd. Their heads tossed, their tails swung, they wanted to follow their herdmates to destruction. They fought their riders and their riders fought them. None of them noticed me. To them, I was invisible. A ghost.
I rested a hand against a tree. Its trunk was hard and creased like the skin of an old man. In the dreamlight it looked like a tower of gold.
I heard a cough and a harsh voice, speaking strange words. Behind the tree, more men on horseback regarded the army’s destruction.MoreLess
Heartsick, I turned away. And realized - not all the soldiers had fallen over the escarpment. The rear-guard had managed to rein their horses in, just in time. But horses are creatures of instinct; their custo...m is to stay with the herd. Their heads tossed, their tails swung, they wanted to follow their herdmates to destruction. They fought their riders and their riders fought them. None of them noticed me. To them, I was invisible. A ghost.
I rested a hand against a tree. Its trunk was hard and creased like the skin of an old man. In the dreamlight it looked like a tower of gold.
I heard a cough and a harsh voice, speaking strange words. Behind the tree, more men on horseback regarded the army’s destruction.MoreLess
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