Yay! Not sure what is more exciting, that we made a little bit of money or that we no longer have the debt associated with that mortgage. Either way, yay.
Gordon bestowed his crud upon me. I am high on Advil Cold and Sinus and working furiously on the final battle for Hugh’s book. Here is a small snippet.
Johanna touched her arm. Elara looked up. Serenity Helton was walking toward them, oblivious to people scurrying all around her, a blank look on her face. Elara’s heart dropped. She hurried forward and grabbed Serenity’s hands. “What is it?”
The seer stared at her unblinking. Her lips moved, but no sound came.
“They’re coming!” Johanna whipped around to the gates. “She’s saying ‘they’re coming’ over and over!”
The anxiety that clamped Elara over the last few days burst in a scalding rush.
“Hurry,” she whispered, sending her voice through the entire castle. “They’re coming. Hurry.”
The people scattered. In the village a bell rang. Hugh came running around the corner.
“They’re coming,” she told him, pointing at Serenity.
He glanced at the seer and spun off, barking orders. Elara climbed the steps to the outer and to the top of the flanking tower. From here, she could see the entire village. People ran, streaming to the castle.
Come on, she urged in her head. Come on.
Iron Dogs poured out of the gate, forming a protective line, shielding the evacuees. On top of the keep and on the towers, the ballistae and catapult teams cranked the massive siege weapons. She heard chanting, almost in unison, as the artillery teams primed the sorcerous bolts.
Shapeshifters burst out of the woods, running at top speed toward the castle – Hugh’s scouts coming in.
Seconds crept buy, echoing the beating of her heart. Come on.
Creatures streamed out of the woods, like an evil river, flowing in rivulets between the trunks to flood the grass.
Vampires. Hundreds and hundreds of vampires, smeared with sunblock in green, blue, and red.
The Iron Dogs unsheathed their weapons.