Category Archives: Chapter 21

It was hours and a few dozen bruises later that the three men headed into the warmth of the forge as the winds began to pick up outside, sending snow swirling and drifting.  Their audience had grown and shrank as … Continue reading →

Tala glanced between the two, then nodded, lifting her hand and dropping it quickly.  “Lay on!” J.T. came on hard and high, almost too quickly for Thom to properly react.  He ducked to the side, J.T.’s kendo stick missing him … Continue reading →

Thom abandoned Thordin an hour later and headed up to the forge, his sketchbook tucked under one arm, whistling a tune that had been popular on the radio that summer.  He figured that J.T. and Matt would have worn each … Continue reading →

“You know, they’re sparring up on the hill,” Thordin rumbled as he set down a pair of water buckets near the washbasin by the fire.  Thom glanced up from the sketchbook braced against his knee, one brow arched slightly. “So … Continue reading →

The sound of J.T. and Matt’s sparring drew attention within the first fifteen minutes and the pair drew an audience not too long after that.  Tala was the first, wandering up after feeding everyone and cleaning up after them.  She … Continue reading →

J.T. worked one arm up and around in an arc, then the other, loosening the muscles of his back and shoulders in anticipation of the sparring match.  The cold would make their muscles tighten faster, make them more prone to … Continue reading →

J.T. cracked his neck and rubbed his eyes as he walked from the warmth of the main tent toward Matt’s forge up the hill.  For the first time in weeks, he wore his claymore strapped across his back.  In his … Continue reading →