Warrior of the Winter Night

By Jordan T. Brantley

Tahzira once had it all...an illustrious position in her home city, rising fame, and a loving family. Then it all came crashing down in a single act of cruelty that shattered her families life. Now she walks through a moonlit forest in the dead of winter, far from home, determined to find the one responsible. Justice will be done this night...no matter the cost.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan T. Brantley
• Release date: Jul 18, 2013

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Warrior of the Winter Night

By Jordan T. Brantley

…Crunch…crunch…crunch…

It was cold…very cold. It was always cold this far north, no matter what time of year.

The old man said not to travel at night in the Forest of Uth. Strange things come about upon the moon of the waning quarter. But Tahzira simply passed him some silver and thanked him for the information. She then left her horse in the village stable.

Whoosh!!!

Her hand calmly reached for her crossbow. The wood of the handle felt warm in her hand.

An owl landed on a branch in front of her, a mouse dangling in its beak. Its large eyes bored into Tahzira’s before it swooped into the air and out of sight.

Tahzira tightened her furs around her body and trudged on into the blackness of the forest.

The wind howled through the bare branches, biting at any exposed skin. The Forest of Uth was the northernmost region on the continent. Daymoon, as it was known, was a frigid land of high mountains and forests. Tahzira allowed herself a small amount of nostalgia, her thoughts drifting back to her warm home of Sunstar. At this time of year, the sun would be rising between the Mesa of the Two Brothers. Her father would be making his grilled rock lizard kebabs and her mother brewing her famous cactus flower tea. They would lie out the blankets on the dunes surrounding the city. Her parents and siblings would watch the sun come up and the red stone of the mesas would illuminate in a soft, crimson glow…

K-ZING!!!

White-hot pain erupted from Tahzira’s shoulder. Her other hand automatically reached for her crossbow. She quickly scanned her surroundings. There was nothing but the wind and the snow. But the blood on her shoulder was not caused by frostbite. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into the night wood.

K-ZING!!!

Out of the snow came a spear of translucent white, seemingly materialized from the precipitation itself. Tahzira dove to the side as the spear imbedded itself in a tree with a resounding thud. A steel arrow pierced the night as Tahzira fired her crossbow from whence the dart came. The forest went deathly still. The wind ceased its lonely chorus in order to give