Son Of The Dragon (The Netherworld Gate Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
The wind whipped up dust around the man, forcing him to pull his tattered gray cloak tighter about him. He bent his head low toward the dirt path as his feet thumped one in front of the other. Under his cloak, the dented plate mail clanked and clanged loudly with each step. He heard the gong long before he could see the temple through the screen of sand in the air around him. The loud, brassy ring sounded out in a rhythmic cadence and he soon found his footsteps falling in with the sounds. As he approached closer, a large building came into view. Tan marble columns stretched thirty feet from the base of the temple to the pitched roof. A single staircase led into the great building. The man climbed the steps, nodding reverently to a priest wearing white robes just inside the doorway. The man pulled the hood of his gray cloak back and took in the view of the temple with a soft smile. The light of the many torches revealed scars upon the man’s face, along with a fresh gash over his left eyebrow that had been sewn together.
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