Volume 3 of “Flames of Palamarr” Is Finally Ready
It has been a long battle with wordsmithing but I finally got the story sculpted how I wanted it. It contains over 19,000 words making it the longest read yet in the chronicles of Fist La’brau. I submitted the finished product to Amazon a little before 1:00 AM this morning meaning it should be ready to purchase in less than 12 hours so keep checking until it appears.
Firebrands of Ayon is an action packed adventure through the gloomy underbelly of the dingy city and out into the wild blue yonder.
Excerpt: Firebrands of Ayon
The nock snapped tautly onto the bowstring and the shaft came to rest against a small piece of doe hide with hairs running in line with the arrow’s smooth draw. The bow was slender and etched with fine Tagabarrian scroll and leaf patterns and it rested firmly in the hands of the lanky man. His sharp brown eyes sighted down the shaft with his lips drawn tautly together beneath a thin tanned nose. A sprouting of nearly black hair erupted from his narrow chin just as precisely as the shot he was preparing to make at a dark figure pacing in the gloomy courtyard just below teased with a hint of flickering light. The bowman was draped with a flowing gray cloak fitted with a large hood through which his piercing eyes escaped. His name was Lyrum.
Pressed against a wall in the veil of bleak shadow, a tall man with curly hair of burnished red and a heavy bristly jaw peered around the corner of a wall through a pair of grim leaf-green eyes. His mustache was bushy and slightly curled at the ends nearly hiding his teeth which were set with a middle gap into his upper jaw. The once legendary swordsman was a little leaner than his glory days and wore an olive cloak over a sleeveless jerkin fastened by a heavy belt at the waist. About his arms were leather bracers and bicep bands and about the knees and below he was fitted with a pair of heavy travelling boots. From that rugged ruddy face came a gushing of fog in nightfall’s boreal breath. Fist, as he was known, gripped a short cudgel firmly in his mighty right hand and he knew the timing had to be just right. Only a few feet away from Fist’s hiding spot was another dark figure patrolling the entrance of the courtyard.
Go to Amazon.com and search the Kindle store for J. Wade Harrell to read this story or to begin the chronicles of the life of Fist La’brau.