Last Sunday I promised you a new character and a new twist. The following story I wrote, not initially thinking it fit into Hila and Mordecai’s story. My subconscious knew better. Called is the story of a knight out of time. Malcolm shivered as his gaze flitted from the giant swan standing guard over the mists of time to its twin, which had appeared on his left wrist minutes after birth.
I like this type of book. I think I should start back from the beginning. Then I can leave a better comment.