#fictionfriday, number 49

Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.I suppose this seems to be becoming more of a #fictionsaturday or #fictionsunday lately, but I’m going to stick with #fictionfriday.Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
The candles had burned low and Malair was tired. His eyes were extremely heavy with fatigue. It had been almost two weeks since he had begun to translate the scroll that Dailen had found. Cecilia had not been able to find any texts that could help. The words he recognized were Halle, Queen, and control. He had been able to decipher a couple of other words since then, but nothing that really helped.
But nothing else had really come out of it. He thought he had something that made sense at one point, but it did not make much sense.
The boy had been in and out. Right now, he was sleeping on a cot in the corner of the room. The Aon Scholars had made some exceptions with Malair based on his discovery of this new knowledge that even they had not found. The Great Library of Balgurzon had not closed in many nights, excitement buzzed through the Aon Scholars. They would have to wait until Malair found something…anything.

That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!

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