"No
excuses," said the warrior, baring his teeth, "it's you,
alright. The call is for you. Your scan matches the profile we were
given." While he was still speaking, a cluster of slim steel
shapes like fish streaked out of the distance towards him. He merely
held up his other hand, without looking over his shoulder. The air
seemed to ripple like a silk flag, and the missiles were rudely
scattered, some exploding on the ground, some tumbling away out of
sight. "Stand up like a man!" he went on. "The honour
of your people is at stake. Your honour!"
Valin just began
to edge away from the glowing man, sliding along on his rear, along
the base of the boulder, and shook his head frantically. Honour! What
use was honour to a man who thought he saw silver angels? As much use
as a jewelled crown to a child who sat in the mud, lecturing the
birds.
The final edit of The Calling is being squeezed in between all sorts of other work! But it should be finished and released in the next few weeks. The cover art is ready... I'm pretty happy with it, after quite a few hours using an application called Paint.NET. The image reflects a scene or two from the story. Here's a preview:
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