Friday, January 13, 2012

First Four Friday - The Font (WIP)

Scene 1

    Elisha Midyet slipped through the throng of the king’s hall, nodding at the gathered vampires, saying a word of greeting in response to hails, and trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.   Trying to control his thoughts, lest Heriolf read them and learn of tonight’s plans.
    Still, he couldn’t quite suppress an inward sneer at the situation.  Everything about tonight, about the last seven years, brought loathing to the fore. 

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