Rodino sits on the corner of the goat enclosure, the tinkling of bells and angry snorts warn him to look lively: the time to go is now.
He bangs his heels against the stone wall.Impatient and angry.
His father had warned him not to open the gate until he arrived, and now the sun stands three fingers above the horizon. He too hates waiting and the impatient scowl on his face is a deliberate mark of anger. He has seen his father look like that and he wants to be the same. Tough and smart and all grown up. He stands, lifting himself nimbly onto the balls of his feet, and holds his shoulders erect and proud, posing to his own shadow below him on the ground.
At ten years of age, Rodino is too young to know when the tears will come.
So begins the “Son of Xanos” book one in the four book series.
- Anger (meizac.wordpress.com)