‘You have lived too long, old friend. It is time you rested,’ the god said kindly. But Raggar did not want to rest. He had not fought so long, and learned all he could, to give up his life so easily. ‘Warrior, let the aches and pains of your tired body trouble you no more. Have done with it.’ But it was his body and he was not about to give it up. He liked his aches and pains. They let him know he was alive. Raggar turned towards the god and looked him in the eye. Should he spit in it, blacken it or have it out? He raised his weapon and grinned savagely. ‘If you want this body, come try and take it off me!’
The end. I think I’ll have to write the whole book one day, arthritis permitting. Echoes of Druss. Homage to Mr Gemmell.
In other news, I’m onto chapter nine of Gateway of the Saviours. Running total: 100,000 words. Two thirds done. Hurrah.