Rainbow Snippets: Tripping over the dead

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And the World Crumbled is currently available for pre-order, so I’m going to share a little more by delving into chapter two.
With it being set a few days before the end of In Pain and Blood and following Henrie, an elven spellster, as he tries to escape the events happening around him, it’s the darkest piece I’ve written to date. Lots of death, blood and general nastiness. If gore and depictions of death/dying bother you, don’t read on.

Continuing on from last week…

He dared to push for more speed from his legs, getting only a slight wobble in his gait in return. He couldn’t run forever. He needed to find a place to hide. Where? Anywhere. Nowhere. The hound knew he was here, had done the impossible in seeing him when he’d been invisible. How? No one, not even his closest friends could find him when he didn’t want to be.

He darted around a cluster of bodies. His ankle caught on an outraised arm. The soft soles of his shoes slipped on something, sending him skidding around the corner and into the wall before his shield could cushion the collision. His breath rushed out his lungs.

I’ll see you all with more of And the World Crumbled next week. In the meantime, check out these other snippets.