I don't know why I ever gave up on writing Fantasy. It's so much more fun than boring reality.
EXCERPT:
AMONG THE SCREAMS of people’s dying breath, the distinct sound of laughter can be heard within the midst of the ill-fated village. It is a cruel sound: bitter and merciless along with a hint of sadism; as if killing innocent villagers was a past time equal to that of reading or cloud watching. But bestiality is to be expected from a Drachen—half human creatures that care nothing of others but themselves and the task at hand—which was, at present, finding and capturing the illustrious Raven Child.
It's kind of bloody - which makes me queezy just writing about it - but that's okay because I'm going to make it as humurous as a story about rebellion can be. Plus, in my mind, Bryn is quite the hottie hot hottie :)