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Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 100

The rumble faded away as the Mountain’s slope ceased its downward crawl to leave a rumpled, white mess covering the southern face, reaching from its toes half way to its peaks.  Above that line, a clean, clear surface gleamed in the starlight.

For a frozen moment of time, even the wind stopped.  Deep, gasping laughter wrapped around the Mountain and its glow faded quickly to nothing.  A chill settled over the Plain and the whole of the nine worlds.

At the Mountain’s knee, a small block of ice shifted.  Fingers scratched at the air, and the Mountain began to shine.

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2 thoughts on “Thorvald’s Wyrd 100

  1. This sorcerer doesn’t play fair, does he? Wolves, frost giants, avalanches. You have a great sense of pace and action. The story just clicks right along.

    • Didn’t want to pull any punches and you more or less have to be cruel to your hero, right?

      And thank you. I worry about pacing a lot, but usually after the fact. when it’s harder to do anything about.

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