“Several weeks have passed since the incident at Lord Frisberts Hat Shop, and I’m saddened to say, I’ve yet to leave this hole. Rents due, and I could hear old Finby barking from down below, but my pockets run about as dry as the shavings on a chicken coop. On a good day, I’d gather some lint off my trousers, but not today. No, sir, not today.” Lost LoveDark FantasyBleakMythical CreaturesCentaurs Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour
“Long and white was his hair, like the mountains of the north, with a towering beard that had aged with time. Shrouded was his cloak, and of yew was his staff, and atop his head, a braided crown made of silver decorated it. Wrapped around his furrow neck, hung a horn, and perched high atop his olden shoulders, rested two ravens resembling the color of a wave’s crest. From the book Tundra: A Wanderer's Tale into Darkness” MagicEpic FantasySirensGnomesSword And SorceryCentaursSword FightingEpic BattlesDark ElvesFaes Author:Marilyn Velez