Since I’ve finally managed to get things finished up with The Lokana Chronicles for the time being, I thought I’d share a couple of excerpts with all you lovely folks. The first chapter is available here, but these tidbits come from a little further into the story. Happy reading!
After months of siege, the royal army was exhausted; both supplies and morale were low and getting lower. It was noon when the Zealot army broke through the city gates.
Henry crouched next to the door, but all he could hear at first was the murmur of muffled voices. He waved a hand at John to be quiet as he pressed his ear closer to the door. Where’s a glass when you really need one? he wondered silently as he tried to make out what was being said. Voices suddenly rose. Henry recognized Vegin’s as the loudest. “They’re talking about Anná,” he whispered. It had taken both brothers a long time to acclimate their tongues to the change in pronunciation. “Something about Ravenna…” Henry’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what was happening.
John tapped his brother on the shoulder, worried. “What is it? What did you hear?” But Henry didn’t move, didn’t respond. He just sat there, stunned, the same way he’d done a hundred times before as a kid playing freeze tag. Only this time, they weren’t kids. And this was no game.
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