The forest glade was a gloomy space flanked by trees tightly packed, where neither owl hooted nor slinking fox or weasel crept from darkened lair to hunt for food. Toby staggered alone and scared, desperately seeking a true path but finding none. The trees seemed to be closing in on him, ruthless as crushing monsters. Toby tried to slow his anxious thoughts, to breathe deeply in the way that his old friend Gabriel had always taught him, but he was already in a cold sweat, his limbs aching from panic and the sheer mental struggle of trying to stay in control.
Taken from Chapter 1 of the final instalment of the Legends of Lumenor Trilogy
Coming soon from Iona Jenkins