Oath By The Heron Book 1 “His sword shone in the blizzard. His walk had a viperous allure. His shap e blend ed in a ll crowd s . His glare was death’s resonance in the bells of consciousness. His speed was of no match. With each twist of his hand, heads flew alongside limbs. While his surroundings boiled with anger and hatred, he did not seem to lose his frozen temper. When spotted, he gave no impression of a heartwarming greeting. Liar is he who denies envying that swordsmanship, that elegance in both fight and speech. No man of power has been able to count the number of men he was worth, actually no man at all. His moves were unpredictable, unstoppable and, sometimes, under no circumstances within human capabilities. In fact, he could blend so well in group of corpses, for nothing showed in him a sign of life. I often heard him bei...
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