As the smouldering dusk fell, the Citadel of Xajorkith towering above them on the opposite bank seemed lit by a great fire in the west. Luxor the Moonprince gazed up at the Great Tower where his banner fluttered in the gentle breeze. Already the torches were being lit and the slender windows of the Tower were filled with a bright glow.
As a little Winter Solstice treat, here is the novella from The Citadel.
Some of you might find it an interesting read if you’ve never read it before, and for those of you who have, then it will serve as a little reminder, it’s probably been a while.