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Excerpt from "Blood on Ice" book one of "The Ancients Saga": "Who are you!" Killian shouted to the silhouettes moving threateningly towards him. "1, 2, 3... 7 people" Killian murmured to himself finding the fletching's of his knocked arrow. One of the figures got close enough for Killian to make out their features. A light skinned man covered head to toe in furs and with a Sabre on his side, still sheathed much to Killian's delight. "I won't ask again, who are you? Friend or Foe?" Killian yelled to the man as he drew his bow back and aimed it at the man. After a moment the man moved. "Could they be Siber?" was the thought that kept coming to the front of Killian's mind. Putting a single finger to his lips the man smiled and faded back into the blizzard, disappearing from view laughing. Or at least Killian thought he was laughing; he wouldn't be able to hear it even if the man was. After a moment the other members of the group started fading in and out of the blizzard. They were a well-trained group, silent and lethal, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural intensity.
Chapter 1 (Part 1)
