Men of Blades

by Esther Davis

The Obelisks should have saved us.

Joshr perched on the boulder, waves crashing against the rocky shore at his back. The Obelisk rose from the volcanic rock like a charred tree from ash. Its protective enchantments still held. The runes running up its hundred-foot spine still glowed blue. Far to the west and east, other Obelisks shone, each holding their ancient vigil.

No enemy could breach the unseen wall spanning between the Obelisks. But the Builders never knew enemies could come from above…



Read the rest of “Men of Blades” and other stories in A Dog, 3 Cats, and a Dragon.




Hope you like my second published sketch! (Sketch meaning the written version of a doodle.) More coming soon.


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