Good Morning, Boulderii! It is quite the day here at the office (my room). The elves are having (not so) civil wars, the Empire is embroiled in a (less than) civil war, the Celian tribes are kind of always at war with each other pretty much all the time. There are more words than last week but fewer than will be next week. The history of this world of mine is almost complete and once I know the history...we can return to a much more enlightened future. Editing resumes when pre-saling commences. Countdown to pre-sales is currently at ten days (maybe eleven. My countdown goes to eleven)! I never knew the hairs on the back of my neck could be so tall! They're only going to get taller. Thank you all SO much for your continued support. Your fires feed my fire.
Alfred was tired. It had been a long, hard war, and though he had won it, he had barely rested since, knowing that the peace would not last long. For an English king, he had learned, it never did. There was always another war.
He had spent his entire reign defending his homeland and his faith against the hordes of Norse barbarians from across the sea. For nearly a century, they had been arriving in fleets of longships, raiding England’s coastline and laying s. . .
Alfred was tired. It had been a long, hard war, and though he had won it, he had barely rested since, knowing that the peace would not last long. For an English king, he had learned, it never did. There was always another war.
He had spent his entire reign defending his homeland and his faith against the hordes of Norse barbarians from across the sea. For nearly a century, they had been arriving in fleets of longships, raiding England’s coastline and laying s. . .
Greetings all! The work continues. I was up until 3 last night working on maps. Today I'm working on the histories of the peoples living on those continents and then it's back to the "real work." The launch date stands firm at September 26th and until then I'll be patching up what I've posted and posting one more chapter on the launch date and then one more at the halfway point (I think that's roughly Halloween?). As always, your support warms my heart and I thank you all very very very very very much! Rock and roll! =)
-NDF
“Jerig!” his mother screamed. The quiet of his street was broken. The gentle lapping sound of waves kissing the beach at the bottom of nearby hill had been replaced by the crackling of fires, the sound of splitting timbers and breaking glass and the popping of hot stones. Women screamed, men shouted, horns blew and bells hammered him from every side with their inescapable, deafening roar.
Jerig stood and watched, petrified as his house smoldered. Ashes rose from the yard. The smoo. . .
“Jerig!” his mother screamed. The quiet of his street was broken. The gentle lapping sound of waves kissing the beach at the bottom of nearby hill had been replaced by the crackling of fires, the sound of splitting timbers and breaking glass and the popping of hot stones. Women screamed, men shouted, horns blew and bells hammered him from every side with their inescapable, deafening roar.
Jerig stood and watched, petrified as his house smoldered. Ashes rose from the yard. The smoo. . .