He Listens to All Who Speak

When Shard didn’t answer, the caribou strode forward and lowered his head until his dark, soft nose almost touched Shard’s feathered brow. Shard held very still. The creature’s breath stirred the small feathers between Shard’s ears and Shard breathed slowly, wary of those antlers and the cloven hooves.

Alo’s eyes slid half shut, and he might’ve been dozing if he hadn’t started to speak.

"The Silver Wind stirs about you." His voice drifted light, for Shard’s ears alone. "The time of red rowan is on us, of change, of burial, of storing up strength, of waiting. The gryfon pride in the low land waits. But you, son-of-the-Nightwing, must find the summer in you. You must act. Your strength must be greater than all others."


Excerpt from my novel Skyfire, sequel to Song of the Summer King [link] [link]. Watch for my Kickstarter Campaign this summer

Corel Painter, about 2 hours o_O