Every movement was pain, but Emmeline felt it as a distant nagging, a warning that each step she took, more of her life blood spattered on the stony ground beneath the gates of Calder Keep. She knew that Renee and Elemix were saying something to her but she didn’t hear them. She kept thinking about how cold the Baron’s hand was, how grey his face and still his chest.
She’d leaped at the chance to go against the goblin army with Elemix and Renee. She wanted the goblins that had hurt her Baron dead, their families dead, every one of their friends dead. Continue reading “Song of a Baron; Requiem for Roland”
