I had read of a knight in the fourteenth century, a faceless young man distant and removed, with no background, with no mother or siblings or father to worry about him. Just a name.
Now they stood before me: A mother and son.
I knew who would win. But I also knew, looking at the young lass before me, cradling her child, what the cost would be.
A mother who loved her son, whose purpose in life, as for all mothers, was to protect her son.
A mother who would be told one day that she could no longer protect him, that she must give him up to the world.
~The Battle is O'er, Book Five of The Blue Bells Chronicles
Due late 2017