Snippet of "A Chronicle of Endylmyr III: The Trine of Power"

As the lightning storm called up by the witches lost force and dawn began to break, Gylfalin and Pendaran found mounts from among the many riderless horses milling about. The three women had yet to return to the Dome of Light, and as much as Gylfalin and Pendaran would like to have waited for their reappearance, they both knew the battle could not be considered won till Chi Lung was slain or captured. The women had done their part; it was time now for the two cousins to do theirs.

Reluctantly leaving the empty dome behind they followed the bloody path Glist and his men had left as they fought their way into the center of Farenmyr. Bodies of men and horses littered the ground, unmoving and silent, the Easterners among them scorched and charred by the storm the Witches had unleashed to support the initial allied attack. Pendaran wrinkled his nose in distaste at the pervasive odor of burnt flesh.

“By the gods,” he muttered, glancing around as the first rays of the morning sun cleared the shreds of cloud still clinging to the peaks. “I had forgotten what power those women wield.”

Charles Hall ~ Author