by Esther Davis
Nowell thrust Fyrsken into the snow and leaned on the sword’s hilt. The frost caking his gloves seeped through the cloth, stinging his fingers.
“We need to go back,” Nowell said.
Sleipnir stopped. The white wolf twisted his neck to peer back at his master. “They don’t deserve you.”…
Read the rest of “Nowell” and other short stories in A Dog, 3 Cats, and a Dragon.
NOTES…
Huge thank you to Gary Laib for letting me use his artwork! He has some really great art pieces. Make sure to check out his website.
Nowell was too intriguing for me to let him go, so “Nowell” became the first part to a mini-series of sketches. “Nowell”‘s sequel will be here soon. If you want a reminder to check back for more sketches, subscribe to my blog or follow me on Twitter @EstherDDavis.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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