but an infant whose very existence has swelled her heart to bursting and filled her empty soul with love and pride with such raw and blind abandon that her eyes would brim with tears just to look upon him, to cradle him in her arms.
he had examined his standard-issue iron helm, too heavy by far and unevenly padded, with its attached camail - scarred from previous engagements and stained dark brown around a ragged hole in the throat that so eloquently described how this helm had arrived in the surplus pile
Twenty years on from the dissolution of the ancestral monarchy and the bitter civil war that followed, the white stone city of Nahol lies peaceful. But while mortals vie for power, the magics that comprise the very world of Enai begin to stir.
