You think you know him. You don’t. He is so much older than you think. He has worn many masks and many names down the ages. But not matter how many masks he wears, no matter how many names we give him, how many roles he takes, he remembers the time before the ages began. And he remembers his first duty.
In the darkest part of winter, he rides out to carry the light across the world.
Okay, I feel a little silly posting this one in early June, but it was the last of the old stories to still need reposting. New material coming next week – meanwhile, check it out at Amazon.