Excerpt from The Chronicles of the Gold Ring – Chapter Two: The Scar and the Storm

Ash fell like snow across the battlefield, and Taranis stood at the crest of the hill, blade soaked, eyes sharp. Then he saw her—a warrior with red hair and a scar crossing her cheek, moving like fire unleashed.

Their blades met, not in anger, but instinct.

“You’re no foot soldier,” he said.
“I’m the reason you’re bleeding, warlord,” she replied.

In the quiet between them, a storm was born.