Today’s excerpt comes from Fury’s Mantle.
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We had claimed a large territory, large enough to grow into without being too large to keep an eye over, and there were no villages close enough to argue the point.
The road was mist-shrouded, and foggy, and clouds rolled low along the sky, dark and billowing. The tall firs and cedars that forested the area hung heavy with rain from the night before, their scent cleansing the air as it braced me up.
During the first World Shift, the forests had come back with a vengeance, and people either lived within the cities and towns, or built the odd house here and there through the wooded glens. But in the eight years since the devastating tsunami and quakes that had riddled the land, as far as we knew, most of the bigger cities had fallen. Villages had sprung up, as survivors banded together to figure out a new way of life.
I thought of Tigra, a weretiger whom I had known. Five years ago, she and a group of scouts had set out to cross the country, to find out how much still stood as they journeyed to the capital of Atlantea. But we hadn’t heard from them since. No messages, no sign of them. I hoped that they were still alive—I liked Tigra. But I didn’t hold out much faith that I’d ever see her again.