I’m a bit busy today, so I thought I’d post a tiny excerpt from The Nightward wherein the Lady Gretchen and her Amazores prepare to do battle with an ancient weapon called the Dark.
The Amazores waited in the cold. Even the walls above were empty of their presence. Behind Lady Gretchen, the sounds of banging doors and dragging furniture drifted out from within the Court. She didn’t look back.
Metal shrieked as over seventy swords, all engraved with the same script as the Lady’s, were drawn and piled neatly on the colorful tile. Lady Gretchen added her sword last, then stepped back from the heap. Palms forward, she chanted a short spell, the words taut as the expressions on the Amazores’ faces.
The Lady’s sword began to burn a fierce yellow. Then golden wraithlight with a heart of green slid along the edge of the blade, limning it with a cold, magical glow. The wraithlight kept going, jumping from blade to blade, circling each one until the entire heap shone with its light.
Lady Gretchen lowered her arms and gestured at the Amazores to take their swords. They did so in silence, the wraithlight throwing multicolored shadows on the gold armor. Around them, the wind howled and tiny veins of frost began to spread in the cracks in the tile beneath their feet.
She motioned the archers forward, directing them to pile their quivers on the ground. Another spell and yet another heap glowed with the unearthly light. The archers collected their property, dropping the straps over their heads and settling the quivers against their backs.
“Be warned,” the Lady shouted above the wind. “Each time you plunge your sword into the Dark, it will take away some of your wraithlight. The sword is useless without the magic. If it fades, retreat. Do not attempt to engage the Dark without it or you will die. Now, to your positions.”
See you later, alligators!