AN EBOOK-SINGLE SHORT STORY - A TALE OF THE ENDLANDSThe village looked as ever it did, as if Conry might have already stood, might yet stand on this hill his whole life watching, seeing nothing change. Standing alone against time, everything within this single pane of vision cut from eternal cloth. Everything the same, the village, the fane always standing, never fading away. People change, he thought.
People die. Lady Jeslyn. Old Rhen. Life was the first gift of the gods, his father said, and death the doorway through which the gods call all folk home. Death was the gods' final gift, and the reckoning of all folk's lives to be made in the gods' names. Conry believed it. All his life, he had believed it."Boy."He ran harder, the dead voice of Old Rhen calling him on..
AN EBOOK-SINGLE SHORT STORY - A TALE OF THE ENDLANDSThe village looked as ever it did, as if Conry might have already stood, might yet stand on this hill his whole life watching, seeing nothing change. Standing alone against time, everything within this single pane of vision cut from eternal cloth. Everything the same, the village, the fane always standing, never fading away. People change, he thought.
People die. Lady Jeslyn. Old Rhen. Life was the first gift of the gods, his father said, and death the doorway through which the gods call all folk home. Death was the gods' final gift, and the reckoning of all folk's lives to be made in the gods' names. Conry believed it. All his life, he had believed it."Boy."He ran harder, the dead voice of Old Rhen calling him on..
