April 11th excerpt:

Jacob opted to take up the rear of their little group, since he carried the flashlight. He noticed that Bowman flew relatively low, and paused to look back often. His shape nearly disappeared in the dark at times.

The closer they came to the village, the easier their travels went. Up ahead, small, gently glowing lights guided them unerringly to the cottonwood at the very edge.

April 10th excerpt:

Sam didn’t know what kind of poison Scar had given him, but he hoped it would be potent enough to make a difference. Scar’s wings provided enough cover for him to pry off the cork and slather it onto the sharp, silver blade. Dean had imbued in Sam at a young age a care for his weapons that he’d taken to heart after his curse.

The blade might be small, but it was all he had.

April 9th excerpt:

Scar was practically a legend

For years after Sam’s rescue, he’d looked up to the noble sprite. Without Scar, Sam would be nothing more than a memory. The sprite had seen his dedication and his curiosity about the knights and everything about them… the way they defended the village, the rapiers and uniforms they wore… and had decided to take Sam under his wing and mentor him. Even as Sam had passed Scar in height, he continued to look up to him.