Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Elves, Bastard Elves

A piteous scream from behind them caused the pair to slow for a moment, they caught each other’s eye as they jogged on, gauging if the other was prepared to turn back and help out, the scream ended suddenly and they resumed their headlong flight. A further note of panic sounded in Amelia’s breast, somehow in their stampede they had turned from the forest’s edge and moved deeper into its interior. Amelia stuck out her arm catching Simonon across his broad chest and they came to a panting halt.

I'm just trying out Scribd, I have posted the rest of this short story/vignette here.

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