The Wasteland Soldier, Book 3, Drums Of War (TWS) - Plot & Excerpts
called Jeremy. A low stone wall ringed the cottage and outbuildings. Twelve years old, he waited patiently beside a stout wooden gate. The herb garden was overgrown and tangled with unruly wildflowers swaying in the early morning wind, blowing in from the coast. The smell of mint and rosemary blended with seaweed and salt. The washed out sky was streaked with crimson coloured fissures and dotted with stretched leaden clouds. Misty rain began to fall. His straw coloured hair grew damp. He was acutely aware of his father’s stern gaze burning into his back. “Quinn?” There was urgency to his voice. He craned his neck and looked toward the workshop. It was a ramshackle structure of stone, wood and turf. The double doors were wide open and he could see inside where a fire blazed in a metal drum. The floor was littered with shavings, salvaged pieces of metal, lengths of timber and piles of boxes filled with rope, balls of twine, horseshoes, nails and tools.
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