by A. C. Ellas
Rak stood more slowly. He gathered his clothing and dressed before he left the bedroom to speak with Nymis and Liast. He wanted to hear what they’d been up to and why they hadn’t returned with the others. He suspected that, come dawn, there’d be another pair of palace guards assigned to Liast. He wondered if they’d go so far as to put guards on his guards, too. He stretched once, allowing his wings to spread to their full twelve-foot span before furling them to his back and striding out of his bedroom once more.
To be continued...
About the Author
I’ve long since embraced my inner nerd. I revel in my Greekness and in my Geekness. I have two lives—the mundane reality of life here on earth and the far more interesting life in my head. I love ancient history, ancient forms of combat, target archery, sabre fencing, anything to do with horses, organic food and sustainable farming. Most especially do I love science fiction and fantasy of all varieties, especially conventions, which are the only gatherings on earth where I can find many people just as strange as I am.
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