Literature
'First Month of Red Winter' 2
All the rest of the day I heard the stinging strikes of the long rain drops against the canopy of tight leaves overhead. And all the rest of the day I picked up one foot, put it down, and lifted the other, trying to follow the gently curving roadway. It weaved itself between the camps of two factions of wood goblins--worse than deep mountain goblins--steadily going north by northeast. I made far worse time than I would have on the road, watching for wildlife, avoiding a nasty bump by falling over a rotted log, taking the occasional rest.
Darkness from the inner depths of the woods advanced like elf or human armies of old. It would soon overt