Title: A Film of Blindness - Winter of Ghosts book 6
Series: Children of Nall Multi Timeline Series #6, Winter of Ghosts #6
Published by: TamboWrites
Release Date: July 7, 2020
Contributors: Tambo Jones (author), Michelle Maakestad (illustrator)
Genre: Grimdark Fantasy
ASIN: B081CFQKQ8

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Risley Romlin killed the murderer who’d plagued his grandfather’s castle and tortured his beloved Nella. The horror of the castle slasher finally behind them, Risley and Nella thought they could rest and heal in a nearby village, but Inek, the man who’d corrupted the slasher and sent him to slaughter servant girls, wasn’t done.

Hells, he’s barely started, and now he needs a new apprentice.

Only Risley and Nella stand between him and another murderous rampage. But Risley’s still injured, Nella can’t walk…

And Inek can wield magic.

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CHAPTER ONE
It felt like forever since Risley Romlin had sent a rider to the castle.
The young lord of Haenpar staggered to his feet and spat out blood before stepping forward. Inek, the vile little man currently across the road from him, had conjured poisonous smoke, swarms of rats, rippling arms of dirt, and other horrors upon the people of Klinder as well as Risley, his beloved Nella, and Corporal Gleen. Ris and Gleen had fought battles together, had trained together in Lord Romlin’s army, but the filthy toad of a man still dared to fight them.
And the rotten little shit was kicking their asses.
Risley’s bloody spit had barely hit the road when another ball of light snapped out of Inek’s hand. Risley tried to duck, but fast as he was, even with the help of enhancements embedded in his sword, the ball hit him square in the chest and he staggered back, stumbling to keep his feet under him. To Risley’s left, the grease pit he had escaped an eternity ago belched smoky flames. On his right, the living dirt still held Gleen a good eight, maybe ten lengths above the ground despite scorches and gashes from Risley’s sword marking several tendrils. Inek had focused most of his attack on Gleen, and Risley wondered how the soldier had remained conscious.
The impact of the glowing ball on his chest felt like someone had thrown him from the haymow of his Da’s stable onto the rocky ground below. As Risley struggled to regain his breath and remain on his feet, the little bastard reached for the base of the earthen arms again and sent a swirling flash of blue to Gleen. Risley grunted and slammed the hilt of his sword hard against a line of recent stitches on his thigh. The pain forced him to gasp and sent painful air to his aching lungs. Gasping and coughing, he advanced toward Inek for what seemed like the hundredth time and did his best to anticipate the next slam of light. Inek’s swirling blue lights snapped past him, zipping to Gleen. He heard Gleen moan above him, low and rattling like a dying man, then Gleen’s sword clattered to the ground.
“Why won’t you die!?” Inek snarled and reached for the writhing mound of earth, his fingers crackling as he prepared another burst of whatever blue-flickered abomination he sent at Gleen.
Risley crept forward, low and bobbing, to avoid the ball of light. Despite his best attempts, touching—let alone killing—Inek had remained out of reach. He refused to dwell upon the apparent futility of that complication. Failure was not permissible. If he did not get in close, if he did not kill Inek, Gleen would surely die then he would follow.
And if he died, what would happen to Nella?