Teaser Tuesday: Return of the Wayward Son

So I’m running into a problem with this thing.  Most of the excerpts from Legends of Windemere will continue spoilers and I don’t think I can get away with more Crossing Bedlam due to the same problem.  I was considering posting the Ichabod Brooks story after the next Windemere book comes out, which means I have March to worry about.  April can have excerpts from the new release (Tribe of the Snow Tiger) like I’m doing today.

Now there are a few things I can do here:

  • Stop the teasers.
  • Alter them to avoid the spoilers.
  • Ask if there is a certain character you want highlighted to help me pick things out.

Always happy to get feedback on where to go with things.  For now, enjoy the opening of the next Windemere book, which will be out in either April or May.  Also click on the cover to visit the Family of the Tri-Rune Amazon page.

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Thick rain batters the four adventurers as they plod through the northern wilderness. The thick forests of the south has been left behind and the open hills give them no protection from the pounding elements. Even though it is late summer, a cutting arctic wind whips in from the frozen regions to the east, the mixture briefly turning raindrops into hail. There are plenty of bushes with edible berries that the small party eat to extend their small food reserves. Due to the raging storm, none of the champions believe that hunting is an option and they are still about five days away from the city of Stonehelm. It is bad enough that they already lost their tents and bedrolls to a flash flood, the unexpected storm striking while they slept near a river. That combined with the bruises and cuts all of them have received from several rockslides, the adventurers have been silently miserable for the past seven hours.

An occasional glimmer of magic surrounds the champions, but Nyx’s recovering aura is unable to maintain the shield for longer than a minute. Each time the spell fails, the black-haired channeler curses and stomps her foot. Thanks to her minor outbursts, her pants are caked in mud that has gradually sloughed into her boots. Acting as a scout, Luke stays several yards ahead of his friends and repeatedly shakes water from his blonde hair like a drenched dog. He trusts Timoran to tell him if they are heading in the wrong direction, so he focuses more on sensing predators and other dangers. Many times he has had to redirect the group to avoid a lurking beast that would be too much of a hassle to fight. From the sound of the mutters and grumbles, Luke can only assume that he is being thanked for his efforts.

It is late evening when the champions find a cave that is high enough to avoid floods and has not been claimed by a temperamental predator. To be safe, Timoran roars into the entrance and watches as a few harmless creatures race out of the hole. Stripping out of their wet clothes, none of the exhausted champions care about being exposed in front of the others. Luke arches his eyebrow when he notices the scar on Nyx’s stomach, but a glare from the half-elven caster makes him hold his tongue. The women put on simple gowns while the men wear loose pants and shirts, the garments showing signs that they will not last much longer. Not a word is uttered as they eat a simple meal of trail rations around a warm fire, their clothes laid out to dry by the flickering flames. A decanter of Ifrit mead is passed around to help remove the chill from their bones, Dariana politely settling for a cup of tea made from the last of her stash. Within an hour, Nyx is snoring like a bear in the back of the cave and Luke has fallen into a deep meditative trance.

The sounds of rain dancing on the stones and distant wolf howls bring a tear to Timoran’s deep blue eyes. Childhood memories flow into the barbarian’s mind, each one bringing a wave of warmth to his anxious heart. An approaching form of white catches his attention and breaks his concentration, his strained nerves perceiving the beast as a threat. By the time the albino raccoon wanders into the cave, Timoran is gripping his tiger-striped great axe and feeling rather foolish. He leans down to sniff at the damp creature, but the sudden movement sends it scampering back into the storm. Running his hands through his red hair, the tired champion wonders again if it is wise to return to his tribe.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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19 Responses to Teaser Tuesday: Return of the Wayward Son

  1. Sounds kind of wet and miserable. Smores anyone?

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  2. L. Marie says:

    Wow. the plot thickens! Guess that’s why you call this Return of the Wayward Son! 😀


  3. Sniffs the racoon. love that. I agree with Craig. Get the chocolate, marshmallows, and gram crackers.


  4. adeleulnais says:

    I love carry on my wayward son, only because of the whole Supernatural fan girl thing. This is a wonderful atmospheric beginning, I can smell the damp coming off the clothes that are drying. I also love the sniffing the racoon line. I also like how you subtly bring attention to the colours of their hair and other things.


    • I remember the song from when I was younger, but it’s become more memorable because of the show. The hair color became a big thing for me in this story. I actually gave each character a different hue in order to help with varying their descriptions. Seems a lot of people like the raccoon sniffing. 🙂


  5. zombiephreak says:

    I saw the title of this post and immediately I thought of the song by Kansas 🙂


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