“I stopped a step or two from the top and weighed him up. The long straight blond locks were pulled back tight with a pin-stick slide-clip that flashed a sapphire or two as he turned his head to survey the night-time Citadel. A knotted plait hung over one shoulder. His two-button suit in midnight green was expertly cut in a style that did not impede movement. His hat was as cool as an ice-dragon’s undercarriage.
Lean and nicely balanced and probably fast with it, this was one elf that would need careful watching.
Just a little taster there of Book 2, for everybody who is being very patient.
Nicely Strongoak 