In between nappy changing and adapting to my new upside down life, I have managed to snatch a few brief moment to pen a few words.
A rare relaxing moment in the garden garnered the opening scene of Wolves of Winter III. We reaquaint ourselves with Mallakai, finding him in a pensive mood, contemplating the wisdom of turning grandson Thomas against his father. A regretful Mallakai shoulders his pack and sets off for the far north, to smooth the way for Thomas, who must now grow into the mantle of the next generation of Wolves.
A snatched half hour on the computer has seen some minor tinkering to The King’s Blades, but I’ve seen snails move faster…
Nevermind – I’m sure as routines settle there will be more of Kirik and Eidur appearing on this website very soon (no complaints from me).
Until next time, long live the elves!