In addition to a PDF version of my Tempest Bound preview, I’ll be publishing the early chapters of my upcoming novel right here in plain text. And where better to start than with the prologue?
P R O L O G U E
The king without his crown was for the first time mortal, his flesh wrinkled and sagging and his eyes dull and tired and his hair naught but white wisps floating atop his small, spotted head. I realized then that although he was alive, he was defeated—physically, emotionally, in all ways but morally—and that this would be his final act as my ruler and as the ruler of our kingdom and as an old, frail man who had seen too much evil for one life. Perhaps that is why I accepted his request, despite its absurdity, without hesitation. He asked for my life and I placed it in his shrivelled hands and did not doubt him or myself at all.