Artist Bio

My breath froze in the mist that morning, leaving droplets of water in my ragged beard. I remember that I could hear the pounding of the Saxon war drums beating their advance before they even came into sight. The warriors came forward with shields locked tight, their great war hounds prowling in front of the line while the wizards howled to their gods for victory. They came forward with an easy confidence; they knew they outnumbered us, and they knew that our small force was trapped.

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