http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aidan%20Moneyhon The original writings of author Elf at Heart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter OneThe City of Coltsburg, two days after the French attackJohn Bradford Bradford blocked an incoming sword blow with his round wooden shield and swung his long sword at his opponent’s exposed side. The man took quick steps backward and parried the blow with the edge of his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aidan-Moneyhon/817458/ PrologueThe Abbey of the Virgin MaryFather Redlen It was early morning but the sun’s pale light and the chirp of birds were enough to awaken Father Redlin from his slumber.  He rose from his straw cot and washed his face in a small basin of chilled water.  He then kneele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aidan-Moneyhon/816827/ Warning: Contains coarse language and violence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aidan-Moneyhon/816820/ Sun gleaming like beaten goldBathing the land in blinding lightInvades every nook and foldEven in winter's frosty bite. Sun shooting spearlike raysOnto desert and snow the sameMaking a magical hazeAh, but the moon is a weak flame. Like a milky gloomIt is but a pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aidan-Moneyhon/816816/ This is the land of oldFilled with shapes both strange and bold Trees covered in crystallized sap A bee hive hangs like a golden sack Lakes sit and streams flow Clouds float and winds blow This is the land of old Filled with shapes both strange and bold  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aidan-Moneyhon/816720/