Requiem for a Hero: A Petrellan Tale

By Gordon A. Long

A 13-page prologue to "Zoysana's Choice" Book 4 of the Petrellan Saga. This short story chronicles the meeting of Barent and Zoysana, three months after her grandfather's death. This tale was the origin of the 7-book epic series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gordon A. Long
• Release date: Dec 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9780995268746

Gordon A. Long

Brought up in a logging camp with no electricity, Gordon Long learned his storytelling in the traditional way: at his father's knee. He now spends his time editing, publishing, travelling, blogging and writing fantasy and social commentary, although sometimes the boundaries blur. Gordon lives in Tsawwassen, British Columbia, with his wife, Linda. When he is not writing and publishing, he works on projects with the Surrey Seniors' Planning Table, and is a staff writer for Indies Unlimited

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Requiem for a Hero

Prologue to Zoysana’s Choice

Gordon A. Long

Published by

Airborn Press

4958 10A Ave, Delta, B. C.

V4M 1X8

Canada

Copyright Gordon A. Long

2016

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Requiem for a Hero

The husky blond Warlander swung down the shady path, thoroughly enjoying himself. It wasn’t often he got a chance to be free of his responsibilities, but here he was, off in the woods as he loved to be on a beautiful spring day. No armour, no attendants, no rituals: just himself and the trees.

And to add a bit of spice to the experience, he was sure he was being followed.

At first there had been no real evidence, only a sense that sometimes the sounds of the forest were slightly different on one side of the path or the other. Once he heard an odd, chirping whistle that he could not place.

Now that he was aware,