The 13th Gate (Dark Fantasy)
Long had a peerless cavalry thundered out Lord Ibor’s will. Of its storied ranks, no name patroned the verse of hearth-spun tales more than my father’s, who rode upon the black Aguirre. In death, however, he dwells a moor of crows—his name and body gone to rot.
The 13th Gate (Dark Fantasy)
Long had a peerless cavalry thundered out Lord Ibor’s will. Of its storied ranks, no name patroned the verse of hearth-spun tales more than my father’s, who rode upon the black Aguirre. In death, however, he dwells a moor of crows—his name and body gone to rot.