If you know me, you know I love action.
I’m at my happiest reading epic battles scenes or watching movies with lots of martial arts. And oh, my, do I enjoy writing it.
So it should come as no surprise that one of We Gather‘s more prominent heroes has a talent with the sword. Most everything else about him is surprising — he’s a man with secrets and no friends to confide them in — and I don’t want to spoil the fun by hinting. I’ll just introduce him and leave the mysteries be.
“SATHRIEL: He wears a rippling shirt of barely-opaque silk, a skirt of shocking brevity, sandals laced up to the knees that do not hide the tattoos on his feet or his legs’ shapeliness. His face is square and proud and more than a little mischievous, full lips pursued above his dimpled chin as if he is blowing you a kiss. His skin has that metallic sheen so prized by the upper classes, his hair a crazy mess of curls with blue-dyed tips. His stance conveys indolence, in one hand the drapes of a cloak, as if he might need to wrap up against a chill on the way home from whatever party he’s heading to, but you can’t help but note the contours of a long, thin object concealed within. Like a mirror, his eyes give no answers, only hand your questions back to you.”
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