The Final Quest (The Parsival Saga Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Sword, shield and stupid life chasing Christ-knows-what-and-never-tells … Because it was not abstract for him now. He intended to find his son so he could finally just say it: I’m sorry, forgive me … and after that what they did wouldn’t matter … perhaps he’d go home again, see crops planted … open all the doors … find a wife? … let age come in its time with grace and ease … He noticed how low the water level was. Dried, pebbly banks cracking and crumbling … And then there were too many reflections: shadows that laid the water open to the bottom (where weeds unwound and infinitesimal minnows glinted like steel chips), superimposing heads and shoulders like a thick palisade, and he was already stopped in midstep, taking in the row of them, the high sun’s shadows blotting out all the eyes above wild beards that (he saw without noticing) puffed and stirred as they breathed, and he didn’t have to count to know there were over a dozen before even bothering about the long staves and bent clubs and dull, ragged-looking blades.
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