Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head:
Rescue

Here is a snippet of the Chapter:

The congealing pool of blood mixes into the dirt road around the defeated shepherd. Above him, the spearman lifts his shaft for the final blow, the polished tip dripping red rain over the heart of the conquered. Softly building, rising as the spear rises, a song of the old tongue swells in its melodies, the chords dancing in spirals of light about the priestess. The magic’s glow infects the surroundings, the white mud walls amplifying the color until the scene is painted in nothing but shades of blue.

Now like a shadow—already uniformed in black, the cold light robs the hunter of any subtlety of depth, presenting him more a two-dimensional form than a man—the spearman stands over his victim. Plunging his weapon, he makes to finish his business with the shepherd, but in more of a scream than a song, a wave of light breaks from its coiling dance around Tachi, an arc exploding into a billowing force throwing the hunter from his prey, and slamming him into the nearest side of a hut.

With a softer refrain, the light flows from the priestess like a cool stream running from the deep waters of a well. Around the herdsman the echoing light pools, cocooning him in the healing radiance of her song. The world’s colors return as the light condenses around the dying man. With a groan, the spearman rises to his feet, climbing his shaft like a crutch. Before him, he sees the two outlaws, the one kneeling by the other. Taking his weapon up from the dust, he bears it towards his shoulder, preparing to hurl the javelin into this dread witch.