The enemy is approaching. The men are fighting amongst themselves. Their last hope and refuge is a church on the silent plains. Will they come together, or fall apart.
Awesome. All the little textural details you had helped bring to life the grim atmosphere soldiers' exaustion: the drifting flake of ash, the men dumping their gear on the benches, John's arm waving as he held his sword up. The prose dragged me right into the middle of the scene and held fast the whole time. Great piece.
Awesome. All the little textural details you had helped bring to life the grim atmosphere soldiers' exaustion: the drifting flake of ash, the men dumping their gear on the benches, John's arm waving as he held his sword up. The prose dragged me right into the middle of the scene and held fast the whole time. Great piece.