Blood and Gold
Chapter One
His name was Thorne. In the ancient language of the runes, it had been
longer–Thornevald. But when he became a blood drinker, his name had been
changed to Thorne. And Thorne he remained now, centuries later, as he lay in his
cave in the ice, dreaming.
When he had first come to the frozen land, he had hoped he would sleep
eternally. But now and then the thirst for blood awakened him, and using the
Cloud Gift, he rose into the air, and went in search of the Snow Hunters.
He fed off them, careful never to take too much blood from any one so that none
died on account of him. And when he needed furs and boots he took them as well,
and returned to his hiding place.
These Snow Hunters were not his people. They were dark of skin and had slanted
eyes, and they spoke a different tongue, but he had known them in the olden
times when he had traveled with his uncle into the land to the East for trading.
He had not liked trading. He had preferred war. But he’d learnt many
things on those adventures.
In his sleep in the North, he dreamed. He could not help it. The Mind Gift ... read full excerpt from: Blood and Gold ebook
