Ch. 34.2 -- Matthew and his companions sat around the fire on logs, watching as the woman poured them each a mug of hot wine that steamed and smelled oh so good. For a moment no one said anything. They drank it down. Matthew felt the warmth spread all the way to his toes. The… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34.2 — A Meal in the Cave
CH. 34 -- Matthew, Mark, and their guards struggled through the snow. The temperature had dropped, and the wind tore at their clothing as it wailed around them. Matthew's teeth chattered. The driving snow felt like nails being hammered into his face. The horses were exhausted. They crested yet another hill and started downward. “We’ve… Continue reading Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34 — A Refuge in the Storm?