A Warrior's Path Page 39

  Looking up, the figure noticed many such flakes falling from above. It was the farthest down the mountain that the snow had come thus far this season. He stayed for several minutes by the graves and simply watched, but he knew it would not be wise to remain and let his bandages become soaked by the melting snow. Slowly, he trudged back to the tiny wooden hut that now seemed so familiar to him. He was tired. It was time to sleep away the long winter. Urietsin was home.

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  Born in Massachusetts in 1978, Jeff Goguen is a software engineer and author who lives with his wife Denise on Florida's Space Coast. His interests include linguistics, martial arts and, of course, writing.