Crusader: the Sanctuary Series, volume Four
“It caught Cyrus riding south, fatigue catching him ahorse, bumping along to the briskness of early morning. The snowstorm he had ridden through in the night had settled into a winter’s mix, and his beard was as frosted as the tree branches, though he had used his fingers to attempt to brush it loose every now and again. At least the rest of me is warm. He tugged on Windrider’s reins; the horse was at no more than a canter now. Looking back, he saw Enrant Monge just barely on the horizon, a boxy shape behind him on a hill.
Enrant Monge is a majestic castle, no doubt. A tremendous place, and one so wrapped up in the glories of Luukessia that I can see why the Brothers are willing to die for it. He felt a tug of regret. And die they shall, if Scylax is any sort of indication. All it would take is for Drettanden—if that’s what that thing truly is—to come charging at the gates and I suspect they would buckle after only a few good hits. Still, he looked back, the majesty of that place i...s not to be underestimated.MoreLess
Enrant Monge is a majestic castle, no doubt. A tremendous place, and one so wrapped up in the glories of Luukessia that I can see why the Brothers are willing to die for it. He felt a tug of regret. And die they shall, if Scylax is any sort of indication. All it would take is for Drettanden—if that’s what that thing truly is—to come charging at the gates and I suspect they would buckle after only a few good hits. Still, he looked back, the majesty of that place i...s not to be underestimated.MoreLess
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