(The following are the first two chapters of my full-length action fantasy novel currently available for Amazon Kindle.)
Legends of Windemere: Beginning Of A Hero
Copyright © 2004 by Charles Yallowitz
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design & Illustration by Jason Pedersen
A shrill bell echoes through the darkness that covers the riverside town of Rodillen. Very few people walk the empty streets while eerie noises drift through the murky air. A dull wind snakes its way among the buildings, carrying a luminous mist that clings to everything it touches. The bell ringer stops and retreats to his stone shack as a lone, brown-haired man stumbles his way into the first tavern that he can find. The tavern is silent as every guest stares at this newcomer, their eyes filled with suspicion. His muddy traveler’s cloak is torn in several places, but his clothes have retained their refined appearance. Everyone watches as the man nervously takes a seat at the bar and pulls out a gold coin with a jester cap symbol on it. He skillfully juggles the coin along his knuckles before lifting his arm, letting the coin slide into his sleeve. He barely notices that a few of the women at the bar are licking their lips as they watch the coin and most of the men have begun to unsheathe daggers of various sizes and shapes.
“Are you a follower of Cessia? She’s a good goddess to have at this time,” the bartender announces, his loud voice making the man jump in surprise. “The Day of Darkness is no time to be outdoors with all the undead walking around like they own all of Windemere. If you need a place to stay, I have a few rooms left upstairs. The beds are hard and the floors creak, but it beats getting eaten on the street.”
“Thank you for the room and board. This humble traveler appreciates your kindness. I hope this covers what I require from your establishment,” the man timidly says. With a slow movement, he pulls out four pieces of raw gold and places them in the bartender’s hand. A few murmurs rustle through the room when a glint of torchlight reflects off one of the pieces. The bartender lets his hand fall under the bar, which causes the murmurs and stares to stop.
“My pleasure,” the bartender says before lowering his voice. “You better be careful about showing this kind of money out in the open. Thieves and crooked merchants are what Rodillen is all about. Nobody would think twice about the looted body of a traveler. Anyway, I’ll be back with some food for you. Looks to me like you haven’t eaten in days. Give me a few minutes to prepare something quick.” The bartender cautiously looks around before he pockets the gold and goes into the kitchen.
The man slips the jester coin back into his hand and stares at it. He dwells on the events that brought him to this point in his life and can only come to one conclusion. He should have stayed in Gods’ Voice. A primal howl erupts from outside causing the tavern to become silent for a few seconds. Everyone goes back to his or her business, except for the traveler who is still quivering in fear. He ignores the pain in his hand as he grips the coin with all of his strength. The edge of the coin begins to cut into his palm before he relaxes.
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