Our next installment for Six Sentence Sunday, from my fantasy work-in-progress
concerning dwarfish mayhem, currently entitled Karst. In this excerpt,
Gair shows another side of him that (eventually) proves both a blessing and a curse:
Rough hands shook him, breaking his
concentration.
“Crazy
lump-stone has fallen asleep,” muttered a nearby voice.
Though muted, there was no mistaking the metallic note in it.
If
those words had been uttered by anyone other than Eitri, Gair might have
shrugged it off. He was enamored with what he had just discovered – that by
shoving away sounds near to him he could hear what happened far away – he did
not know quite how far. Possibly very far.
Though muted, there was no mistaking the metallic note in it.
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