Writing inspired by the art of Ian Bristow
About his feet the little people quaked and cried. He curled his lip in scorn.
He felt a strong desire to cook the soldiers in their metal cuirasses but chivalry demanded that he kill only where necessary so he reined in his fury.
Instead, he turned his face on the invading king and allowed himself one roar of rage.
The man fell to his knees and covered his eyes.
“Die infidel.”
As the king grovelled, a ballista twanged thickly and the iron bolt buried itself in Draco’s noble heart.
His dying flame razed a swathe of death a mile long.
Ian is an awesome artist and cover designer, you can find his work at Bristow Design.
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