Book 1
Colours of Death: Blue
Prologue
I watched as the Iridonian walked by. I had heard of his horned race that covered themselves in tattoos. Tall, heavily muscled and a short temper. Ancestral traits weren't what
interested me though. The way he walked..every step was soundlessly heavy. Broad shoulders were slumped as if he carried some burden, and his essence echoed through the air as
if he were dead. A shiver ran across my skin. I had seen that walk before. It was the walk of a man who saw war, and still lived it. I skirted from shadow to shadow watching his
receding figure. Infatuation filled me, I wanted to know more about him. The way he walked, the way he moved his eyes and his soft deep voice reminded me so much of my father's. I
couldn't pick up what he and his companions were saying. Each word was a tickle on my ear. I hurried to try and stay just behind the procession. His grey skin looked dark under this
bright light. I was sure in actual light he looked as pale as the moons though. My stomach yerned hungrily for information. I needed to know this man. Somehow, someway I needed to
be close to him.