EXCERPT - BOOK TWO

 The dire wolves were bounding across the plain, baying and howling as they went. It was a sight that would make your blood run cold. Fang, the alpha wolf, headed the pack, and he was a wicked-looking creature, with his shaggy silvery-gray coat and his long, jagged teeth. His red, wet tongue lolled out of his hideous mouth, dripping saliva to the ground as he trotted relentlessly on, leading his pack. ey were a wild, slovenly lot, but it was the creature that followed behind that would command your attention. It was the Miner of the Dark Pass himself, following the pack, cracking his whip to keep them in a kind of formation.

  Willowmena saw all this in the vision of e Horn, but what showed itself ont and center was the Miner himself. He was never lovely to look at, but since his demise at Willowmena’s dagger and his unnatural return om the dead, he was truly a horror to behold. Maggots hung o him and the vultures had picked at his corpse before he walked again among the living. He was a bloated, walking carcass of a creature who didn’t bear looking upon. is Willowmena could glimpse in e Horn, but she could not grasp the full impact of his presence.