Proof of Work
Mar. 17th, 2015 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanAt some point this week I’ll need to start on the copyeditors for SILVER ON THE ROAD. But until then, I’m charging forward on the follow-up book, still untitled…
Something had charred the grass in two lines, thick and sooty, and where the lines crossed, two figured paced, each a hair’s distance from the other, snarling and snapping, their arms moving, shoulders shifting, legs stalking, until they seemed less human form than dust-dancer, swirling towers of dun-colored wind.
Magicians. Trapped, within a makeshift crossroads.
Something had charred the grass in two lines, thick and sooty, and where the lines crossed, two figured paced, each a hair’s distance from the other, snarling and snapping, their arms moving, shoulders shifting, legs stalking, until they seemed less human form than dust-dancer, swirling towers of dun-colored wind.
Magicians. Trapped, within a makeshift crossroads.
