Water #2: Reunion
Chapter One
The sky overhead was black as a raven's wing, but the stars were already fading, and the horizon glowed through the lifting fog with the promise of a late summer's morn.
A boy of sixteen such summers trundled his wheelbarrow along a stony, rutted path. His tattered woolen tunic and leggings were scarcely enough to keep the morning chill at bay. To his left was a dense, shadowed forest. To his right, a steep, jagged cliff dropped away to a rocky, wave-battered shore.
This land was called Britain by some, Wales by others, but the boy, who was called Corwin, didn't consider himself a vassal of any kingdom. It was the year four hundred and twenty-five, but Corwin wasn't a cleric who kept track of the calendar. On this day, he was a simple beachcomber and hoped that was all anyone who saw him would think of him. For there was a price on his head, and his best hope was to avoid recognition.
Corwin's wheelbarrow sounded too loud to his ears in the predawn stillness. He wished he had thought to muffle the wheels with straw. The only other sounds were the roar of the waves below and the cries of the seagulls above. Those and a ... read full excerpt from Water #2: Reunion ebook
