fly-by-story: A’s
Aaron cranked the handles of the arbalest with arms turned leaden by hours standing the garrison wall, the draw racheting back just that much slower every time. But at last the next bolt was in place and he raised his weapon again, loosed it down amongst the besiegers. Beside the line of men, lady Alana paced, pale eyes flashing fury and goad, pale hair haloed in the evening sunlight and crowned with the white and purple anemones that were the…