An excerpt from Rise of the Host

Cover art by Jeffrey Kosh: https://jeffreykosh.wixsite.com/jeffreykoshgraphics

When the dancing had ceased, the orc shaman Grosh and the goblin shaman Erzur addressed the tribes. The orc called for them to have courage and show their strength. The goblin asked the assemblage to hide their fears and calm their hearts. There was a strength competition for the orcs. And a couple of goblins showed their tremendous balancing ability.

The night ended without further incident. Fang followed his parents to the place where they would rest for the night. Slither joined his mother and father, as well.

Brunt and Treska spent the time they had together.

Lurg enjoyed the festivities. Though he had few friends, he was still well liked. So, he danced. And he talked some. And he felt at home, once more.

Clar plotted and schemed a way to force Fang to reveal his feelings for her.

Quick, Amble and Ruse wiled away the evening telling tales of their training. They eyed the goblinesses of their tribe, but were too nervous to approach any.

Deep down in the recesses of all their hearts, the war loomed.

 

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Days went by and they enjoyed their time with friends and family. And then, the orders came. Each one said their goodbyes. Many tears were shed. Promises were made, though some would inevitably be broken. And the warriors set out. The Horde marched toward their destination. The Shades moved through the shadows toward theirs. Dark elves set out, as well. For the Host had risen: and Fate would have its way.

Rise of the Host is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GK7J5PQQ