Sunday, November 3, 2013

Shadow Over the Fallen Throne Prologue: Awakening

Little more than a breath, barely more than a rustling of leaves in the gentlest of breezes, it came, a whisper on the wind.


A name, adrift amidst the sea of foggy, clinging darkness that threatened to pull her back under, back into the clutches of the black and dreamless slumber.