Though he’d spent nights out in the countryside and away from an inn before, he hadn’t been prepared for how cold it was. His blankets and the pad beneath him were simply not enough to provide the necessary comfort to invite sleep. If the lack of those necessities wasn’t enough, his imagination a...
‘Castle’ was perhaps too kind a word for the blackened, ruined battlements of the fort at Ayr. Mordred stamped his feet, and ordered more wood to be placed on the fires. Dawn was breaking over Scotland through mist and fog, barely bringing enough light to let the few birds remaining in the trees ...