A New Saga Begins Sorry but I needed a title like that.
So ... let's start with the interesting news.
I participated in a writing contest on a forum, Writers Arena. The theme was old-warrior, and my story, set in the Italy of early '500, he is well qualified, because I came second! Thank the various guides to writing (and for telling the Duke passed XD).
But notice the delay, here are a couple of useful links.
account one day to learn how to fix the link, I swear.
HOT Boys dragons, right? Anyway, back serious. (Seeeh as not.)
I think it's time to post an excerpt from my book, So here's the incipit.
The sun was shining on the west by the sky, like the blood gushing from a wound, the red merging with the pink and orange spread to touch the blue indigo bluish night.
Eikha his back to the show, sitting on the edge of one of the tallest towers town of Harmony. She held one leg crossed, leaning on his knee as a working basis and the other dangling stone skimming the surface of the roof.
He was bending over him, while his right arm was moving erratically, describing large arches so exasperated. Then his face appeared on the exclamation satisfied.
-Si! Darned shirt!
exclaimed triumphantly, raising up the arm as a troop commander announcing the victory just obtained. But not holding a sword in his hand, but an iron needle, even with the wire.
He hastened to put it together with the small ball of thread in the pouch smaller, consisting of a black leather bag, which also took the bronze silve, local currencies.
Then, holding his white shirt sleeves, put it against the setting sun to see the result in the background. Indeed, the mending
was almost invisible, but a keen eye would have revealed that it had not been stitched with precision, many points were unequal, and that it was not the only one. But she was good with it. The bent very roughly and put it in the bag that carried with shoulder strap, leather too, but brown, careful to place it over his last treasure, which lay covered with a cloth knotted old.
By now the sun was disappearing completely behind the forest, and distant mountains.
better that way, he thought Eikha, whose eyes could see better in the dark and with the daylight.
He glanced at the city below. As the streets emptied by hand, and the city lit his lanterns and torches. The people went home, and she had to.
He turned and reached the opposite side of the parapet of the tower. Lower down There was the roof of a house in between floors, high enough then.
enough for the purposes of Eikha.
checked that the wooden sword was firmly attached to your belt, closed the two buckles of the bag carefully and took a deep breath.
Then he jumped. Her body reacted instinctively, guiding it in the precise landing somersaults that made up the backbone of its sloping roof.
take a moment to regain his balance, he checked his bag, but it seemed there was nothing left. He had a cure for the content that you would have said he had just found a real treasure.
He walked with a confidence and boldness feline on the beam and then pass on the building nearby.
Adapts to various heights without any problems, always trying not to be seen, thanks to its lightness and agility that allowed it to take this unusual route without falling or slipping.
quickly reached a main road, via San Ilvenn, ideally that marked the beginning of the university district. It was one of the most spacious in the city, to the point that you could easily spend two cars side by side. It was also one of the few to be paved, along the Embankment of course, the road that ran through the city cut vertically along the Natael, which could be seen looking to his right.
always remained the problem of how to get through it without roofs, a problem that did not have a universal solution. He wanted to avoid being seen, but that day was not so lucky to find two cars that passed so that you can jump over people without it seeming only a fleeting shadow, but enough material to attract the curses and oaths of the carters who might see it.
He saw no alternative but to go down that evening. The road beside the house on whose roof was providentially stationed hours empty, except for two cloaked figures that went in the opposite direction.
went down with a little jump and his boots resting on the clay of the road.
He realized only now than actually it was cold. It was not like on the roofs of homes heated by fireplaces and chimneys. He settled his cloak
trying to cover as much as possible, including the cap, although the red horn that grew on his forehead, while relatively short, no one could ever quite conceal.
A gust of cold air to creep could fall under the mantle, and the girl was convinced that he should also connect the doublet. But there was no time, and he just continued. He crossed the street, lit only by a few lanterns, but realized something was wrong. A little farther on, at the mouth of an alley, some people had surrounded another evidently with intent unfriendly.
Stay away from trouble, he said.
But it was too late. He recognized the person in danger and came forward.
-Od, tell your leave Nasalt.
and sickle-ear!
swore that by the name of Od. A boy of about sixteen, dressed in rags and barefoot, accompanied by other boys of the same stack. He was the strongest, the strongest, was the leader.
Distinctly different was the boy until recently the subject of threats of that group. Eikha helped him rise from the mud. There were several streams of dirty water along the houses, and had just dropped in one of those. As a result, the poor Nasalt gave off a bad smell. These, once raised, he recovered his dignity, and even the candles that had fallen off and close with string. He looked to dress aspiring Town, decorated with intricate embroidery red soiled hours, and he sighed sadly. Od Eikha snatched a handbag Nasalt and give it back.
-Hey! Or tried to protest, but the Eikha planted on his eyes, one blue and one gold. The intensity of those colors, and especially their glistening in the darkness, made the boy back.
-Go away, go back nell'Avello! The he said through clenched teeth.
She did not answer, Nasalt taken by the arm and walked along the road.
