Excerpt
Snippet from Saint Elm's Deep, The Legend of Vanx Malic Book III:

"I've been listening to all your spook talk for days," Kegger said quite clearly, but with a caravaneers crudeness to his words. All of the gargan accent that had been in his voice when speaking of knives and bows, during his battling with Chelda, was gone, as if it had never been there. "My orders were to get you to the Lurr and wait for you to come out." He hefted his axe and thumbed the edge he'd been sharpening nightly at the fire. "I've got a good bit of unfinished business in them woods myself. Twern't no frost bite that took his limbs. The tree that had my brother was real. I swear it. I had to cut him from it. It was foul smelling, and as evil as the Letch itself. It bled thick red blood, just like you or I would, where my ax struck. I hurt it, and it screamed right at me before it turned Sean loose. It weren't no magic fairy tree. This was as black and cold as the Letcher's own wrath."



"But you saw no sign of the fae in the Lurr Forest?" Gallarael asked.



"If I did, I didn't know what it was," Kegger chuckled. "Deer, elk, bear, and wolf. I know their sign well, but I've never seen a fairy turd, much less been inclined to look for one."



The Legend of Vanx Malic continues with Book Three, "Saint Elm's Deep"