Texter av Vintersång

En dolk i mörkret – kapitel 8

17 maj 2017 av Vintersång

Två veckor passerade utanför tältet och varje dag kom nyheter från kriget. Kalmadorrs armé hade försökt pressa tillbaka invasionen, men General Caerwyn visade sig vara en svårbesegrad och beräknande fiende. Varje dag steg också dödssiffran och med varje stigande tal kände Tanis rastlösheten slå sina klor i honom och han förbannade sitt sängliggande tillstånd. Han

En dolk i mörkret – kapitel 7

17 maj 2017 av Vintersång

“Jag döper er till Tanis, Ljuset från Tandil.” “I tidernas början, långt innan Ardicia fanns till -““Hur länge sedan är det?”“Tanis, vad har jag sagt om att avbryta?”“Förlåt, far!” “Far, varför finns religion?” “Varför undrar ni, min son?” “Varför tillber vi något som vi inte kan se?” “Det finns så många anledningar, min son.” “Vilka?”

The Otherworld: War of the Ancients – 1

4 april 2017 av Vintersång

There was something about the House of Dusk that never sat right with her. She did not know whether it  be its pletora of tainted windows or its marble walls and flooring, but every time she had to visit the High Lord of the Autumn Court, Errinya cringed. So too even this time, as their

The Otherworld: War of the Ancients – Prologue

18 mars 2017 av Vintersång

            Awakening to the sensation of a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, Faelan released a laboured breath between frost bitten lips. His body had been smothered in a thin layer of frost which only served as a bitter reminder to the pain he endured with every movement. After having

Korsriddarna – En sekund av evighet

10 augusti 2015 av Vintersång

Tystnaden var öronbedövande och han var genomfrusen av regnet som föll. Han undrade hur många gånger han hade fått genomföra denna börda, men han hade tappat räkningen för länge sedan. Hans axlar sjönk när han fäste blicken på det kors som prydde den stenhög där han stod, ett halvhjärtat monument av någons liv. Han drog

A Brief Farewell

9 augusti 2015 av Vintersång

The anticipation was heavy in the air, and through the open window could Eirik hear the troubadours as they tuned their instruments. He hurriedly pulled on his tunic and tied the belt around his waist, before rushing through the house, almost knocking his brother off his feet as he threw the entrance door open. “Whoa,”

The Prophecy – VII

17 maj 2015 av Vintersång

Two hours had passed since Gabriel and Katie parked in front of the castle. He had tried to talk to her, tried to make her eat something but she had walked up to her room without as much as a word. She had been lying on the bed since then, staring at the canopy in

The Prophecy – VI

17 maj 2015 av Vintersång

The two cars came to a stop in the alley behind the club. Even before they left the vehicles could Katie hear screams and fighting and she knew that whatever she had faced before, would be nothing compared to what would great them on the other side. They exited the vehicles and followed Alaric as

The Prophecy – V

26 april 2015 av Vintersång

Katie glanced around the long hallway, studying the many paintings that covered most of the wooden walls. She had been walking around for the better part of fifteen minutes and it slowly dawned on her that she would find neither her room nor Isobel, and she guessed the latter was intentional from her part. She

The Prophecy – IV

26 april 2015 av Vintersång

Katie stared at him in disbelief, not really sure if she should believe her eyes. He looked different, as if this was his true element and it made him radiate confidence in a way she had never seen. Yet, his black hair and dark eyes were the same she had seen at Inferno and the