The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

No, that isn't want the book is called, but it does have to do with ancient creatures and monsters.  More release information will be available soon, but for now, enjoy the story of Myndil and his other self: Shirking my duties at the monastery is never something I mean to do. I get caught up in my morning prayers, which becomes me having a rather long conversation with God, asking why there is suffering and illness in the world and why the sky is blue and why I sometimes get oats stuck between my teeth and they never come out even though I do clean my mouth thoroughly before bedtime, and before I am aware, the sun is up, breakfast has long past, and the abbot is demanding that I clean out the latrine in penance of being late with my chores. It is not that I do not like managing the brewery or helping in the dairy or being in the garden, but speaking to God and asking questions I want answers to is why I became a missionary from the first. Having frittered away the early ...

For all those, like myself and Bilar, who have to work through the holidays: Bilar had been at his desk all night: his study of the sample he had taken from Brigid had led him into the Burrows of Knowledge, and where an interest in discovery is avid, eager minds will follow, and Bilar followed the star of his curiosity all night long. He wrote and studied, fidgeted and fussed, and just as he was on the tail of a conclusion, the somnolence that had been hanging on him all night surmounted him. He lay his work aside, to keep from smirching it, and surrendered to fatigue, laying his head on his desk, promising himself only to close his eyes for a few minutes and get on with his medical conclusions. Weariness never speaks in minutes when it can communicate in hours, and many hours had gone before Bilar opened his eyes again, lifting his head only when Aghatha entered the infirmary, bearing the tea trey and an empty basket for the bedclothes.       ...