Saint Elm's Deep (The Legend of Vanx Malic)
“The sky had grown blustery again and was an ash-gray blanket, shaking loose only a light snow on them in fits and starts. If the thing was up there, Vanx decided, it was having no trouble staying out of sight. The steady wind all but died away as they headed through the heavily forested valley below the Great Vale Ridge, but when they started up out of the denser woods, the wind found a way through every gap in their furs. Only Chelda and Gallarael seemed oblivious to the cold.
Vanx saw a clump of cottages just before Chelda pointed them out. A tract of forest had been cleared away downhill of them, and naught but stumps remained. Not far off, another tract, nearly the same size and shape, was lined with two- or three-year-old saplings. Above and beyond the cabins, a herd of red-and-black-striped devil horns was searching the few exposed shrubs for food.
The way the evil-looking goats leapt, all reckless and graceful, from foothold to foothold made Xavian grumble that he’d rather not ...ride such a creature.MoreLess
Vanx saw a clump of cottages just before Chelda pointed them out. A tract of forest had been cleared away downhill of them, and naught but stumps remained. Not far off, another tract, nearly the same size and shape, was lined with two- or three-year-old saplings. Above and beyond the cabins, a herd of red-and-black-striped devil horns was searching the few exposed shrubs for food.
The way the evil-looking goats leapt, all reckless and graceful, from foothold to foothold made Xavian grumble that he’d rather not ...ride such a creature.MoreLess
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