Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!
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The release of CITY OF SCARS is approaching — check out my blog next week to see how you an get involved with the cover reveal and blog tour! In the meantime, enjoy another excerpt.
Among the many dangerous groups active in Ebonmark are the Chul, a band of cannibalistic apocalypse cultists searching for Ijanna for reasons dictated by their foul leader, the Witch Mother. Unfortunately, Ebonmark is full of inhospitable places for these feral warriors to hide out.
Ebonmark’s central housing district on Monsoon Road had once been filled with the residences of the city’s wealthy and the services catering to them: the area had been known for its fine carriages and marble fountains, and the City Watch had maintained careful vigil over the district to keep vagrants and rogues away. Now, three decades later, Monsoon Road and its environs was a dilapidated refuge for outcasts, cutthroats, prostitutes and drunks. Rank cadavers could be found in the gutters, the fountains were cracked and defiled, and the solarium had burnt to the ground.
A simple two-story house made of old mortared stone stood at the end of the road. It had once been the residence of a minor ambassador, but now the building was stained with brown blood and scratches, rotted oak boards covered the windows, and the shattered doors lay on the ground like casualties. Inside the building the cracked and splintered furniture was weighed down with corpses, and half-eaten bodies hung from the walls by wickedly sharp hooks or dangled from rusted chains in the ceiling. Triangular runes had been carved into the floor in effluvia and blood. The stench of decay hung in the manor like a cloud, serving as a warning to stay away from the house at the end Monsoon Road, for it was a lair of the Chul.
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