The creature curled around the entire perimeter of the octagonal room, nearly invisible in the dim light. Ceelken the mage tried not to look at it, but every few seconds the flicker of a candle tossed a fragment of color here or there, at the edge of sight, pulling his eye against his will. The result was his glance darted restlessly, making him look like a guilty supplicant.
“You’ve brought serious accusations, Heer Ceelken,” said Maddig Vachon. She stood erect near the center of the room,...
This portfolio is a place to put chapters-in-progress and maybe get some feedback. They are for my novel The Falconer.