The Heretic (Beyond the Wall book 1)
“It began with Shepherd gazing down at a small boy, who stood in swirling dust on the outskirts of an unfamiliar border township. The place wore the desperate facade of every other feral backwater near the Wall, but behind the faded signage and weathered wood it was barren, recusant and hopeless. A lawless outpost on the edge of humanity’s conscience. Far enough from the Core to be considered free. Yet simmering beneath the illusion, there was something familiar about it. Something he could never quite catch, like clutching for a leaf in the wind.
For years he had tried to delude himself that it was just a dream; he was never one for superstition. But eventually he’d come to believe it was more than that.
The small boy was him.
This time it was no different. Behind a bowed wooden fence around a dry grass field, a stallion cantered in the wind, its mane pitching and flowing. The blazing sun beat down hard and hot. The boy’s willowy legs bore ragged shorts, and a flailing, striped t-shir...t hung off his bony shoulders.MoreLess
For years he had tried to delude himself that it was just a dream; he was never one for superstition. But eventually he’d come to believe it was more than that.
The small boy was him.
This time it was no different. Behind a bowed wooden fence around a dry grass field, a stallion cantered in the wind, its mane pitching and flowing. The blazing sun beat down hard and hot. The boy’s willowy legs bore ragged shorts, and a flailing, striped t-shir...t hung off his bony shoulders.MoreLess
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