This is a sample of the book I'm writing. I hope you enjoy.
~The Author
It was the 9th day of the first month of the year and the plain of Darnorr in the country of Lacklaay was black and trampled by footsteps. A constant, rhythmic, dull thud could be heard for the greater part of a mile as the boots of two great armies and the hooves of Lacklaayen battle-horses collided with the soft squelchy mud as they neared each other. A series of short blasts from a horn sounded on the southern side of the huge plain and the Lacklaayen troops in their gleaming tempered-steel armour and wolf crested helmets quickened their pace. The northern side of the plain was covered in shadow and the enemy general Tonishzich, who was wreathed in a dark black cloak, yelled a command to his army of dark goblin who shambled along even faster. They met in a great clash on the center of the plain. The sound of steel and iron rang across the battlefield and was soon joined by the cries of the wounded and dying. Goblins were cut down rank by rank, but that did not stop Tonishzich who cared not for the lives of his followers and only wanted victory. Blood was flowing in an abundance every which way and dead bodies were strewn about the battlefield. Despite their losses the Lacklaayens had started to drive their enemies back with a wedge formation when the Dark Goblins, or Shadoejypfs, as Tonishzich called them, broke through the right flank which had been weakened considerably by volleys of arrows.
It was the last great battle to determine the fate of Lacklaay. The Dark Lord Tonishzich had campaigned the northern part of the world in a conquest for power. To make it more plain, Lacklaay was the only thing standing between Tonishzich and complete ruin.
Young King Adamor was in turmoil as he saw the right flank collapse and the Shadoejypfs surge through the ragged line of soldiers. He quickly turned his horse around towards the right flank and went to go take control of his troops but his battle commander stopped him before he could leave and pleaded, “Sir you can’t go. You could be shot!”
“Precisely Bennor,” the king replied, “If they see that their king is willing to put his own life in danger for their sakes, it will give them courage.” And he left without another word. He arrived he slashed down a Shadoejypf that got too close, shouted commands to his troops and charged forward urging them along as he destroyed the goblin forces.
