A story about a man struggling with betrayal, love, trust, and a forgotten undead army spawned by the once benevolent gods.
WHAT IT'S ABOUT:
Set in the fictional land of Perth, Valley of Bones is a low fantasy story following Jack Fieran. A former thief who after being betrayed must rebuild his trust in his fellow man in the new and idyllic city of Mekare.
However despite his intentions to remain on the fringes and not influence the lies of these happy people he is thrust into a conflict fuel by pettiness and jealously that leads to an ancient and forgotten curse being unleashed on the happy inhabitants of the valley.
Can Jack forgive his past and rescue his new found friends and family? Or will old wounds be reopened along with new ones at the hands of the skeletal army marauding through life?
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Jack was suddenly awake, bathed in sweat. No light shown through his window; the lamps of the town square had been extinguished for the night. He had woken for a reason, some issue, but he wasn't sure what it could be. His usual nightmares never woke him so subtlety. He sat up, and rubbed his face.
Morose and depressed, he went over to his window and peered through it to the town square. But all he could see was the form of the statue of Ayaz.
Jack poured himself a drink, pulled a chair to the window and sat back into it. Tonight he could have done with with some company. Feeling heavy inside he stared out into the night to decide what was keeping awake.
In a moment he saw something just past Ayaz. A shifting figure slowly growing larger as it moved in the darkness. Jack leaned forward, sipped his drink and watched. It paused by the statue, seemed to put it's hands on it's stone gown and paused there for a time. That was one of the joys of this town. The beloved goddess Ayaz watching over them. The figure turned and approached once more and Jack wondered who could be coming in at this time of night.
A light off to the left flickered on and and she was illuminated.
They had only spoken in passing but already Jack had felt a connection to the woman he recognized as Bethany. Today she was wearing a green cloak that hid all other detail. She carried her usual leather satchel that she used for work , it appeared heavy to her after a long day. Her hair was curled and brown and she appeared to be smiling a little. A sign she was very happy to be home. Jack was glad to have met her. She was the daughter of Charlotte Llewellyn the woman he rented his room from and she had been there with her mother to show the room to him as well as showing up once to collect the weekly payment when her mothers arthritis had been particularly bad. She also amused him, by rule he was very standoffish with the people of Mekare. The town seemed so pure and unspoilt to him he just wanted to stay at distance. To witness and not touch these peoples lives. Bethany however refused to respect his privacy. Each time they spoke she poked and prodded him for another little detail. Anyone else and it would have been unwelcome.
She continued toward the house, swung her satchel over her shoulder and vanished from sight as she entered the door directly under his room.
He wondered if she was as interested in him as she seemed to be, and as he was in her.
Suddenly he felt tired and finished his drink in a quick gulp. Jack turned to the bed and slipped back in between the heavy blankets. It was then he knew why his sleep was troubled. It had actually become a ritual to witness Bethany return from work. But tonight she was very late. Subconsciously he must have been worried about her.
He wasn't ready for this he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. It was too soon to trust people again. Too soon to hold any sort of feelings for someone he knew so little of. He sighed and rolled over, scenes flashed through his mind of his former family. Sharp stabs of memories past assaulted him, troubled his sleep as they did each night since his families betrayal.
Even so the drink was beginning to suppress them. Thank Ayaz for small favors he thought with a grin. Maybe accepting Ayaz would be the first step to becoming part of Mekare, the little city in valley. If he could do that then maybe there was hope for him here after all. And maybe even hope for his thoughts about Bethany.
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