As Galaren and his mounted knights thundered over the hills with their banners streaming and their armor painted red by the sun; and also, as I rounded a bend in the labyrinth and came upon its center, where a lithe, reptilian humanoid in a golden robe—and bearing a graceful air—a being I knew only as Oonin (who was of them, the Architects, the Sky Walkers, but no longer one of them), looked up and, to my amazement, offered a smile.
To be continued in:
For a Devil Has Fallen from the Sky
OTHER TALES FROM THE FLASHBACK
THE DEVIL’S TRIANGLE (2021)
Because our days were so exhausting, I was usually out the instant I hit the pillow, entering a deep and perfect sleep the dreams of which I could not recall; on other days, the work continued—the only difference being that in the dreams I fle
