Excerpt: <In the Works>

The group gave furtive glances around. For a moment there was no sound or sign of anything except a bitter howling wind, then Serela yelled across the field, "Behind you!" as a great shadow rose up against the cold light of the sun, then another, and another. It was hard to distinguish them at first, but after a moment the outline of the decayed, bony wings were visible in the silhouette. "Take cover!" Rygen half-roared as they turned and desperately tried to make their way back to the camp. The frostwyrms and their undead riders were faster though. As the first shadow fell over them, Mori dove into the snow, talons whizzing by her head.