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Back again with another little glimpse into Asdair's life. He's just returned after 4 and a half years to the place he called his home. Except...things aren't the same as when he left. Mil sure isn't the same, anyway.

From Tales of the Fatherless, a book series currently in progress, written by myself and my best friend ^^

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TOTF Volume 1: Fiorain PROLOGUE    Last night of Summer, 3E 1034
    The Larnach

    He was dying.
    Something cold gripped his neck. Relentless, hungry pressure pressed against the place where his blood pulsed. Water coursed around him, black and thick. Then he had sight—darkness, black shot with livid bursts of swirling purple and green and orange—then sound! Savage roaring, muffled words. He was heaved upwards, flung through the surface of water hard as glass. All was salt and fire and screaming, so loud and shrill in his ears that he could taste metal in his mouth. As he gasped for air, he dragged in seawater—he was under again, he was pulled down, down, away from the lurid light and the crashing of waves and the terrified shrieking—down, to some crushing and forgotten depth in a sea of dying souls.
    An object rushed at him from the corner of his sight, striking the side of

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Back again with another little glimpse into Asdair's life. He's just returned after 4 and a half years to the place he called his home. Except...things aren't the same as when he left. Mil sure isn't the same, anyway.

From Tales of the Fatherless, a book series currently in progress, written by myself and my best friend ^^

Want to read the prologue?

TOTF Volume 1: Fiorain PROLOGUE    Last night of Summer, 3E 1034
    The Larnach

    He was dying.
    Something cold gripped his neck. Relentless, hungry pressure pressed against the place where his blood pulsed. Water coursed around him, black and thick. Then he had sight—darkness, black shot with livid bursts of swirling purple and green and orange—then sound! Savage roaring, muffled words. He was heaved upwards, flung through the surface of water hard as glass. All was salt and fire and screaming, so loud and shrill in his ears that he could taste metal in his mouth. As he gasped for air, he dragged in seawater—he was under again, he was pulled down, down, away from the lurid light and the crashing of waves and the terrified shrieking—down, to some crushing and forgotten depth in a sea of dying souls.
    An object rushed at him from the corner of his sight, striking the side of

___________

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