The White Fox
Sequel to 'Summon Your Dragons'
R. J. Parkinson
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Copyright © R. J. Parkinson 2009
The afternoons seemed to last most of the night. That sun just refused to go down. Olcish had never been this far up the coast before. Aramish, his father, had told him that it was always like this in northern summers. Long, long evenings and, even further north the sun refused to set at all, it just dipped towards the horizon and then circled back up into the sky.
Of course, Olcish was not so stupid as to believe that one. Even at six years old he knew that his father would twist the truth whenever he could. It was how he made his living, after all.