Here's a bit I wrote probably two years ago, that will eventually find it's way into Book Six (yes, that's two books down the line). I thought I'd post it just to see what the reaction is.
The blade was but a shape, no edge upon it, no hilt to grasp, no crossguard to keep an enemy’s blows from one’s own hands. A deep groove ran its length upon both sides, to lighten its massiveness, for surely this would become a sword fit for a warrior of renown. The NorthWind rune gazed with malevolence into the world, as seeking its quarry, hunting its blood.
And though it was unfinished, there was something Kaul could sense; a hunger deep within the darkly gleaming steel, and a whisper of a name he could only guess the meaning of.
I love to write little bits like this, that end up having so much bearing on the story later.
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What ever will he do with such an unfinshed thing as that?
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