[Kaden has received word that a messenger bird is coming.]
By the flickering light of the orderly’s torch, Kaden threw on black breeches, matching tunic, and stomped his feet into boots. Had Klatinan declared war? He strode out the door, snatching the torch from the younger man as he passed. Kaden’s boots thudded along the hallway’s wooden floor. Reaching the stairway, he dashed up taking the steps two at a time then climbed the ladder to the trapdoor. [Cover photo credit for original picture: (c) Teresa K. Cypher].
(WeWriWa) is a group of writers who agree to post 8 sentences [or 150 words of poetry] of either a published work or an unpublished work on their blog on Sunday. Those who have signed up (and anyone else) has the pleasure of traveling (virtually) to samples of different authors’ stories, novels, worlds etc. and enjoying their fantastic imaginations. Great fun!