“In the measure of a day, I heard the music play, and from afar, I watched its beauty unfurl. Its burbling streams, I heard. Its crinkled leaves, I saw. Its salted air whirled against grasses’ virescent and tall, and from a distance, the birds carried a tune, of a dance I knew.” Inspirational LifeHorsemenLove Of LifeLandscapes Of A HeartTundraA Wanderer S Tale Into DarknessThe Tundra Tales Author:Marilyn Velez
“One dark night, a venomous serpent slithered through the shadows, stinging Klugonus, and although the gods made him immortal, he could feel himself dying. It was painful, and more than flesh and blood can bear. He knew he would never recover, and so the angels granted him a place in the stars, and when it shines its brightest, you know it’s him, crying from the excruciating pain.” StarsTundraGods And Warriors Author:Marilyn Velez
“On the fifth night, upon the eighth hour, as the fires burned, Abbo was stricken ill by St. Anthony’s Fire. I assumed it was the rye bread he’d eaten as I had eaten the cornbread. I recall telling Abbo to try the cornbread instead, but he never tried rye, and his heart was set on it. I should’ve known better when the merchant smiled, the man never smiles. I think he meant to hurt Abbo...” BittersweetDrearyFantasy BooksEbooksKindleunlimitedPaperbackTundraThedarkesthourLongreads Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour
“If moving on a fast foot, one would hardly notice, but for the limpers like myself, one noticed many things. And on that eve, I noticed a myriad of things that on a regular day, my eyes would not see. Souls of men whose faces all never meet another patch of light, touch grass, or raise a ripe melon to their face, isolated from the rest of the world. That’s when I knew our time was fleeting.” DragonsWizardsFantasy FictionZombiesFantasy SeriesSword And SorceryTundraThe Darkest Hour Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour
“The light of the evenfall had dwindled, bringing a knot of smoke over the blacksmith’s shop, and from one point to the next, a streak of colors lined the horizon like time’s old hand, reminding one of a Geiger tree. To the wandering eye, the eve would’ve seemed perfect except for the wall of cries that drowned its beauty.” Reading BooksReading QuotesFantasy BooksPaperbackTundraThedarkesthour Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour