Here’s the start of chapter two of Beyond the realm of Night. Won’t be long now. i’m just fiddling with it. Can’t bring myself to start the horror of formatting.
Gunnar Creutz, Falbygdens museum
On the far side of the Great River, a pack of wolfmen scuttled backwards and forwards, whining and snarling. An elegant stone bridge spanned the river haunted by kelpies, merrows, and lindworms, and the wolfmen were torn between their fear of what dwelt in the river and their horror of the power that had brought back the bridge from oblivion.
Gliding overhead on iridescent wings, Oriax watched the yapping, cringing mob, and his lip curled in disdain. Raising a careless hand, he pointed at a skinny black wolfman, more wolf than man, running round in circles, his tail between his legs, unable to summon up the courage to step onto the smooth paving stones of the…
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