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This week I’m posting from something different. I won’t say completely different, because it’s in the same universe, but it’s not from either one of my books. I’m working on a short story set in the world of my next planned series-a fantasy version of the English Civil War. Devyn and Stella are two of Kendryk and Gwynneth’s children, considered grown-up for the time (19 and 15, respectively), who’ve gone to help their beleaguered uncle, King Arryk of Norovaea. Those who’ve read Rise of the Storm might be able to guess who the other guy is, too. This is right before the first big battle of the war and Devyn has just conferred with the king and is returning to his position.
He cantered back to the right flank, where Count Kronek had deployed the king’s entire regiment of horse. Devyn took his place at the head with Kronek on his right and Stella on his left. “That’s a beautiful outfit, sis,” he said, grinning. Stella wore brand-new armor, bright silver still undented by musket-ball, a present from the king.
“Thank you,” she smiled back, and clapped down her visor, a grimacing death’s head. Her size wouldn’t intimidate, but her helmet might. So might her facility with a saber and accuracy with a pistol.
The enemy moved first, and it was hard to stand still as artillery hammered the ranks behind them. Devyn was a veteran, but hearing human and horse being pounded into bloody bits never got easier.
When the king moved forward, Devyn signaled his bugler, drew his saber and shouted “Charge!”
Stella might have been wearing something like this. Cute, isn’t it?
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