The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

Winterhall, A Happy Place For Happy Mages

Death can change a man, well it could change any one I guess burning a hole in the soul of a person. The creation of a madman with a curse, if you believe that or that we evolved from apes, but nonetheless death can stir an unburdened hatred within one’s heart, you see yourself in a new light a heretic’s desire. But what is the point of living when all you know is death? In a bright light of a God’s embrace, you laugh and cry in their wake but you’re alone in the world and no lovers kiss to wake you from the ugly unsatisfied unified anger. This van isn’t very pretty, the woman leaning her head on my shoulder loves me not but yet she’s beautiful to gaze upon, I despise her and myself, for being with her the wolf in-between my legs in a beautiful creature, a grey wolf and the baby Benjamin within in the arms of my heathen lover.

          “Avenji, what is he called?” Feredir asks gazing at me and his sister, the two men in the van wearing the armour of the black continue to observe us all in the back of the van, all of us here apart from Zachary riding in the front as he was appointed leader of our new faction of Queen’s guard.

          “I’m not sure… I am yet to name him.” I look to one of the armoured men and his eyes light up within the helm. I have to believe that he is Malcolm, thus why he continues to stare at me like I’ve done him wrong,

          “Perhaps for all of your intelligence you simply cannot think of something so trivial that you actually realized that you truly aren’t what you believed yourself to be.”

          “You sound like my father, Malcolm… who’s your friend?” They both take their helms off and the man sat next to the elf looks rough and rugged, the type of man that women normally go for in movies on internet blogs. Facial hair is stubble; his hair is in fact long and black like the feathers of a crow.

          “One is Christopher Ronin, sirrah Arkness… it’s a pleasure to meet you… I’m sure you’ve heard of my brother Shawn?” I recall the name and all the information about this man,

          “Aye, he’s a wanted criminal as he murdered Empress Religia of Deazixn.”

          “Of the Yuinxion isles yes, he was fucking her and the Emperor found out but you see my brother is not all there so his idea was to kill her then continue a reign of terror that we all look past because he enlisted in the King’s army… now should that be permitted?” I look to Feredir and he to me, Ronin smiles and places a cigarette in to his mouth, then lights it.

          “No, he should be either dead or locked up.”

          “I think I’d prefer him to be dead.” He laughs, “Anyway what is your wolf’s name?” I think of all the names from my life, the names from books, movies, people I have met, killed and names from worlds gone.

          “Frank, yeah I like Frank.” Feredir laughs and looks at me with that smile that he does when he believes I’m being an idiot, “Do you not like that name, Feredir?” I laugh

          “Oh it is chosen by you of course I like it.” Lúthien laughs and looks at the both of us,

          “You two are perfect together.” I laugh and as does he,

          “Aye, we’d make a wonderful gay couple, lying in each others arms on picnic benches whilst Avenji recites poetry into my ears.”

          “You’ve never done that to me.”

          “Some poetry is not for tender ears.” She looks at me with false disgust and I smile with puppy dog eyes,