WAR Fiction - Cruel as Ice, Cold as Steel

<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://mythicmktg.fileburst.com/war/us/herald/images/community/fiction/bg_masthead.jpg" alt="" alignment="" style="" vspace="" border="0" hspace=""><br><div style="text-align: left;"><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They came for Rathann in the hour of the wolf, when the twin moons
were low on the horizon and his small tower room was plunged into deep
shadow. He had been asleep for barely an hour, sunk in exhausted
slumber, when the sound of splintering wood split the silence in the
small antechamber beyond.<br><br>
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;The attackers were swift and highly skilled. Rathann’s only slave,
a scarred human male that slept on the floor just beyond the doorway,
slowed them for barely a moment. A startled shout echoed from the
darkness, cut short by the thudding of heavy blows and the brittle
crunch of bone, and then Rathann heard the soft whisper of footsteps
racing through the darkness towards his bedchamber.</div></div><br>

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