It calls, it was saying. Calls you. You must go on to the-A horse whinnied, drowning out the voice. With a sudden jolt, Trip woke up.He opened his eyes, a gasp escaping his lips; almost immediately he blinked and felt his eyes tearing up against the light. It was day; how long had he slept? The dream fragmented like dust on the breeze.
A chapter of Poisonroot, a fantasy novel. As Trip and Victor prepare for their journey, Trip comes to the unsettling conclusion that Victor is not the man Trip thought he was. As always, I would love to collaborate with you! If you have short fiction that you would like me to include as a standalone episode of Pocket Fiction, drop me a line!Each track is also available as a podcast through the iTunes store.Thanks for listening! Ideas? Suggestions? Things you would like me to read? Please comment and subscribe!Music: “The Pyre” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com). Licensed under Creative Commons:
