Due to Ichabod Brooks & the City of Beasts (99 cents on Amazon!) being only 27 pages, I can’t really use any more teasers for it. So, I’m going back to when things were easier and happier for my novel characters. Check out part of one of the earliest battles for Luke Callindor & Nyx in Prodigy of Rainbow Tower.
The forest tracker moves ahead of the other warriors to examine the troll and a lump forms in his throat as soon as he sets eyes on the monster. Standing over twelve feet tall with long, heavy arms that drag along the ground, the beast is a two-headed nightmare come to life. Luke notices that the troll’s eyes are nothing more than dark holes with pinpricks of yellow in their center. Rigid, twisted hairs stick out of its heads in every direction, resembling dead branches. The beast sniffs the air with its long, mosquito-like noses before walking on wide feet that give it a pounding stride. Sunlight glints off the curved claws that sparkle like diamonds.
Luke can barely see subtle vapors wafting off the lime green skin. “I have to stab that oily thing with my pretty sabers?”
“I’ll help you clean them after the battle, youngling,” the dwarf chuckles as he slaps the younger warrior on the back. “Now get ready.”
A horn bellows in the distance moments before a rain of arrows pelts the bandits. Panic and pain erupt in the camp as the orcs look up the hill to see their attackers rushing out of the trees. The warriors do not bother to see how many bandits have fallen to the archers as they charge ahead. Even scared, the orcs are able to quickly get into formation and meet the attack. Both forces smash into each other with ground-shaking impact. The clash of swords and the sound of fists hitting flesh fill the air as the flank teams begin their advance. An occasional twang can be heard from the trees followed by a bandit falling with an arrow embedded in its body.
“Now!” Nyx growls as she sprints toward the troll.
The rest of her team waits patiently as she charges the monster. A massive paw swings wildly at the caster, which she rolls under coming to a stops an inch from the monster’s mud-caked knee. Her hands are encased in fire as she wraps her legs around the monster’s thick shin and presses her hands against its stomach. The troll feels the magic flame pass into its body and it looks down at the caster in confusion before an acidic gurgling builds in its throats. The monster whirls and thrashes, desperately trying to shake Nyx off. It tries to maul her only for its claws to bounce of a burning shell that appears around her and eats at its leg. Ear wrenching shrieks echo throughout the camp as the troll flails about in fear and rage. It is almost free of the half-elf when spouts of flame launch out of both mouths and sets part of the camp on fire. The troll collapses with a primal scream and dissolves into a pool of flaming liquid.
“Everybody charge!” the dwarf yells.