The Starbender Cycle 2: Book 2 - Bringing a Fist to a Scythe Fight

[Excerpt from The Starbender Saga - Cycle 2: The Chronus Chronicle - Book 2 - “Bringing a Fist to a Scythe Fight”, by Fetcher McMarvin]

Trevor peered over the embankment, flanked by Throk’mog, his barbarian guide.

“There!” Throk’mog thrust his sweaty fist past Trevor, indicating the Necro-Cathedral erupting from the crag-barrens, his knuckles still stained purple from their altercation with the feathered screamers.

Trevor lifted a crusty medieval spyglass to his eyes, training his focus on the Necro-Priests patrolling about the structure, weaving among the necro-buttresses. They were wielding ceremonial P’th’ahls, scythes so sharp and darkly enchanted they could cut the skeleton from your body before you had time to start screaming.

Trevor gave his waterskin a thoughtful shake and peered inside. It had been long since drained during their trek across the Wasting Fields and the Swamp of Bad Feelings.

“Guess I’m gonna have to knock on their door and ask for a refill,” he grinned wryly at Throk’mog.