Following a Bachelor of Arts English Literature and Diploma of Journalism, LR Saul has been involved in just about every form of writing, editing and journalism in the ten years since. Her greatest writing passion has always been fantasy novels, and she has been writing fantasy for the pure love of it since she was eight years old.

She lives in the Southern Highlands of Australia with her husband and son.

Sample

Are they worth it, Master?

From her vantage point, she could see the two strangers clearly despite the darkening evening. Brown eyes and unearthly silver pupils watched the travellers keenly. They rode in silence, wary of every shadow.

The thin road, tawny against sallow grass around it, cut like a river between two barren hills. Coarse grass flattened up the opposite slope and bristled on the ridge, golden in the dying light.

The two riders looked inky against the pale track. They stood out perilously from the arid hills, even in a darkening hour like this.

The valley road offered only danger for anyone with enough gold to attract the brutal thieves of Acran. Although no thief of Acran, Shenna had seen their heavy purse. A purse like that would feed her for weeks. She would wait and see. If an easy task, she would take it.

She clutched the bow and arrow to her side. A breath of steam issued from her mouth. It would be cold, bitterly cold, before the dawn.

Wolf let out a low rumble.

“Steady, Wolf.” Shenna stroked the shaggy silver coat.

Shall we go, Master? Wolf asked.

No, Wolf, not yet. What do you make of them?

The big one – he may be trouble for us. And the raven-haired woman is unusually cautious. See the way she peers around.

Imperials in disguise?

No. The woman does not have the height to be an Imperial.

What about the man?

He is certainly not Korzekan, but he is obviously a fighter.

Shenna shuddered involuntarily. Imperials and hired help came often to these parts disguised with heavy purses, trying to flush the corruption from the mountains.

Maybe they’re hired help, Wolf.

You could be right.

Although desperate, Shenna remained cautious, for she did not have the numbers of the mountain thieves. She had only Wolf and a bow her father taught her to master, before he died saving Shenna’s life.

Shenna heard a growl form in Wolf’s throat and knew he had overhead her anger. I’ll avenge my father one day, Wolf, for both our sakes.

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