Sebastian Darke: Prince of Fools
Chapter One
The ancient wooden caravan creaked slowly out from the cover of the trees and stopped for a moment on the wide stretch of plain.
If there had been anyone to observe the scene they would have noticed the words sebastian darke, prince of fools painted gaily on the sides of the caravan. Those with a keener eye might also have noticed that the word “Sebastian” looked somehow different to the rest of the sentence. It had been added in a rather wobbly, amateurish hand, clearly over- painting another name that had already been there.
The sun was low on the horizon and Sebastian was obliged to shade his eyes with the flat of one hand as he gazed off into the shimmering, heat-rippled distance. The land ahead of him was flat, arid, featureless red earth, baked by the sun, with here and there the occasional bunch of scrubby grass thrusting tenaciously through the soil. He had no real idea how far it was to the city of Keladon, but a merchant he had met the previous day had warned him to expect to travel for at least three days and nights.
“It’s a good distance,” the merchant had told him. “And those plains are ... read full excerpt from Sebastian Darke: Prince of Fools ebook
