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Dwarf Wall
Dwarf Wall
Dwarf Wall
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Dwarf Wall

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Dwarf Wall is a short story. I have been working on expanding this work to a novel.  The story begins with a raid of Elves on a the wall which is guarded by Dwarves. This attack is savage and unusual. Captain Dagnar hears the alarm and rushes to investigate. What will happen next? Find out. Read Dwarf Wall.

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Release dateAug 3, 2014
ISBN9781507001080
Dwarf Wall
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Larry Brasington

As an author I the stories I write are ones I want to read. Having grown up in the Black and White movie days I saw every black and white Horror film, Detective Story and war movie I could. The Thin Man, Kansas City Connection, Maltese Falcon, Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Original Thing, the Day the Earth Stood Still, D-Day, Iwo Jima, Rhodan, Godzilla, just to name a few. I devoured books about American history. My first published story in 1968, “Temple in the Swamp”, a H. P. Lovecraft like tale, which might have been the start of my zombie phase. I enjoy writing stories that I would like to read. Currently I have published three novels: “Alien Madness” a science fiction tale, “Unholy War: the Brandenburgers—Russia 41” an alternative history-fantasy, and “Beyond the Wall” a historical adventure set in 168 AD in Scotland. I currently have a series of stories about Shane Eiland, Elf Detective called “Sum Yung Gye” and “The Case of the Missing Husband”. These are Noir style mysteries with a super hero flavor are my favorites and I hope the reader will enjoy them to.

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    Dwarf Wall - Larry Brasington

    Captain Dagnar set his stein of dark ale down and cursed, as a single deep horn blast echoed. The alarm—or was it those two fools Angus and Hagar messing around again? Idiots. Either way he needed to check it out. He strapped on his armor, grabbed up his double-headed battle-ax and hastened out the door leaving a warm fire behind him.

    A blast of frigid air hit him full in the face and rocked him back enough that he was forced to grip the doorframe to steady himself. The alarm sounded again. Got to check it out. What possible danger would appear in the middle of a snowstorm? Elves hated the cold. 

    Feeling a sense of desperate urgency, he pushed his short powerful legs like pistons to scale the rough stone steps of the hill fort. The fortress was old, a crude rugged mass carved from stone that sat directly in the center of the pass.

    In better times the fortress had marked the boundary of men with the Great Eastern Wood. That was before the war, the war between men and goblins. Now all that remained was the fortress, for no man has been seen for a hundred years. 

    Trying to hurry up the steps, Dagnar lost his balance. His hand shot out to break his fall. The horn sounded a third time. Damn fools, it better be an elf invasion, Dagnar snarled.

    He approached the tower's top. Above the howl of the wind he heard the sound of metal clanking off metal. Fighting. Dagnar sprinted to the top, his breath coming in great gulps; the wind whipped the snow in his face, and each step made his legs ache. As his eyes drew level with the landing he saw two dwarves standing back to back with shields and axes, locked in combat with a swirling gang of elves who wore animal skins—mostly wolves—and carried an assortment of spears, hooks, and short swords. Each side strove to find an opening.

    With a war cry, Dagnar raised his ax over his head and rushed forward. He plowed through the elves in a bull rush. Everywhere his ax struck an elf died. In a blink of an eye he cut a path through the circle of elves to his guards. Four dying elves lay in his wake on the rampart’s frozen floor. The elves closed ranks behind him and set upon the trio. Weapons clanged and stabbed. No quarter was asked, no

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