Niclaos dove behind the tall, gnarled tree, just in time to hear a deep thunk. He peered around to see a spear shaking in the trunk behind where he stood. He spun and ran, dodging fallen logs and trees. Behind him, the chanting from the village he had just left had grown louder, closer.
This is the first story about Mistress Bitten I have released. I have more stories with her planned, and a novella length piece I am
The armor clanked loudly, almost drowning out the sounds of hooves clicking on the cobblestone. The knight looked around, eyes moist and burning.