The town of Greshfell was a myriad of wooden trussed houses, with distinctive whitewashed exteriors and honey coloured thatched roofs. Situated either side the crystal blue waters of the river Tars, bridges of all manner of design and construction linked the two sides for both foot and caravan traffic. It offered good trade links between the mountain town of Tarsgard to the North, and the port of Breakwater to the south. That was until the goblin horde arrived.
Now the river was littered with discarded crates and boxes, the blue replaced with the red blood of the slain. The white walls too were splattered red, and black ash from the numerous fires that had ignited during the onslaught.
Carrion circled the skies above, taking their chance to feast upon the many dead bodies that scattered the streets, whilst trying to avoiding the occasional arrow aimed at them by amused goblin guards.
The stable boy had been right, their number easily pushed toward the thousand, and they had reduced the once civilised town of Greshfell to wrack and ruin.
The companions could only stare in dismay at the once great town. There seemed no sense in pursuing their path this in ghis direction, until Fraevon, with his exceptional vision, spotted several prisoners being escorted over one of the footbridges.
There was no need for words. Greshfell had once again become their intended destination.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Every day I look, hoping for the next piece of the story. I’m really enjoying this, Chris.
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I’m really happy you’re enjoying this one. I’ve tended to stay away from the fantasy genre, but at some point I had to bite the bullet.
I’m really liking your erotica and emotional, soul tugging pieces too.
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Thanks Chris. That means everything to me, you have no idea.
And you did so wonderfully with Carnaby Circus, I know this book will be awesome as well. You have this awesome gift of storytelling that reaches right out and grabs the reader. It’s not overly wordy or descriptive (which I like at times but not every time) and yet you still paint this picture in my mind and I’m right there with the characters. I’m excited that you are turning your hand towards your favorite genre.
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Time will tell I guess. It certainly doesn’t raise the eyebrows when I tell people I write chick-lit lol
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I honestly don’t understand why looks (or gender) matter as to what a writer writes about, what passions lie within their hearts. It’s weird to me.
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You’re so right. I guess people still judge by the cover.
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They do, unfortunately, and it doesn’t make sense in one aspect. On the respect of being a human being with real thoughts and emotions and experiences and fears and hopes and dreams and longings and desires. On the other hand, if the wrapping is attractive to one’s eye, that one is drawn in and wants to see even more, what’s underneath. The real you.
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You speak the truth my dear
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Brilliant
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Thank you both reading, and leaving your thoughts. I’m pleased you enjoy it.
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