Did you know I'm posting one free chapter a month of my latest standalone Wayfinders Story on Patreon? True to my word, I posted Chapter 8 yesterday before the month was over. It's my favorite chapter with plenty of excitement and humor and a swoon-worthy scene, but it's also messier than previous chapters. Each chapter goes through several rounds of edits between me and my alpha reader. Once I'm convinced it's perfect, I send it to my beta reader. Chapter 8 didn't finish going through its rounds of edits as my alpha reader was unwell. Everything I share on Patreon is supposed to be a work in progress, but this one is more so than the others.

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Excerpt from Chapter 8: Dur

As the road wound deeper and deeper into the woods, Dam raised his head, swiveled his ears, and snorted. Instantly, Dur also went on alert. It was darker than usual under the trees because of the overcast sky. Dur found he didn’t like the closeness of the trees or the quietness of the forest. His skin prickled with foreboding.

Suddenly, from the depths of the shadows, four riders appeared ahead of them. They hadn’t been there moments before. Where had they come from? Filled with dread, Dur looked behind and saw four more riders drawing near the rear of the caravan.

Oh, no! That’s not good.

Dur drew his sword of fine Delaran steel, the leather-wrapped hilt perfectly fitted to his hand. The sword had been a parting gift from Zalsheth and, more often than not, he breathed a brief thanks whenever he had need of it. Worth a king’s ransom, it had gleaming patterns worked into the steel and held an edge like no other sword he’d ever seen. Not only were the patterns beautiful but they were also said to give the steel magical properties. He didn’t know if it were true but he welcomed the possibility.

Immediately, his thoughts turned to Olivia. Mister Turnus had told her and Jenny to remain inside and keep the wagon door bolted. Hopefully, the heavy wagon would be enough to keep the two girls safe and they would do as they had been instructed. He wished he had time to make sure, but the rapidly approaching riders were almost upon him.

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