King of the Hill
- Okunma 41
- Oy 4
- Bölüm 8
Young Robird, third son of a lowly villein, doesn't mind his hard life but of course dreams of better. Every day on his way to manorial labour, he greets a majestic oak on the top of a hill as a king. Sometimes he visits the tree, pretending to be the king's loyal vassal and telling it of his life and dreams.
He did not ever think that the tree would one day answer him. When it does, it offers him a deal that would bring him wealth and fortune. But trees, even talking ones, are not human and making a deal with them is no risk-free undertaking.
Open invitation from the author: I enjoy taking my time getting into the characters, both when I read and when I write. Rushing the plot is not really my thing. Am I alone in enjoying stories that evolve slowly? If anyone is reading this, please let me know if the pace turns you off from it. I guess I could speed it up, killing off a darling or two...
The oak art on the cover is courtesy of Lars Alvestal, link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kvill_Eken,_picture_taken_2018-09-02,_Heavily_Edited.jpg
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