Out Of The Grave: A Dark Fantasy (The Shedim Rebellion Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He had spent most of the day training forty warriors and knew that a handful plotted his death. The clack of wooden practice swords echoed through the mountains. Forty swords struck each other, but the echoes made it sound like a swarm of locusts. Real weapons littered the training terrace, giving the assassins means and opportunity. From the tension in their faces and their furtive glances, Tyrus could tell an attack loomed. He grew bored. They did this every few weeks. The breeze cooled his skin despite the glaring sun. They were too high in the mountains for much warmth. Exercise offered its own heat, and Tyrus, like most of the men, wore woolen breeches and little else. The forty champions of Ironwall were all large men covered in runic tattoos, but Tyrus was the largest and their unofficial master while he trained them. More than that, he had more runes and scars and the blackest name. Most Gadarans had light, short hair, but Tyrus had chin-length black hair.
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