1-Line Wednesday | October 18

His destination was west of the fork in Kyskh. It took five days through inhospitable conditions. The darkest days were upon them, with days spent nearly in pitch black.

Several snowstorms struck the region day after day. More time was spent each day collecting firewood so he wouldn't freeze in the snow each night. While he only needed to meditate for a couple hours, the dogs would sleep for nine or ten hours. They would shiver at each rest stop, and he knew they needed lots of care.

He could see a few animals that haven't started hibernation climbing up pine trees to collect what little food remained.

Every so often he would come across a clearing in the forest made of dead trees. Unlike the evergreens, these had no leaves at all. Their trunks were a pale gray with large holes and shattered bark. Some even had burn marks.

These spots made him uneasy, as there was no evidence on what caused that destruction. Falling snow erased prints, so it may have happened a hundred years ago or an hour ago.

Hérion is on a quest to deliver a crate of goods across the tundra of Arnoria in the dead of winter. His quest takes many days and the landscape definitely feels strange. What other kinds of things will he encounter? Find out by reading The Feckless King.