Rings of Honor

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Impatiently waiting for someone from corporate to pick up on the other end of the phone, Layne stared out the cracked window, through the lightly falling snow, and into the camp where several of his men were already busy restoring tools and containers to their proper locations and repairing minor da...

Layne awoke when it was dark, remained stark still in his sleeping bag, and snapped his eyes open. He waited for them to adjust to the darkness, unsure of what had jarred him from sleep. The previous day, despite the snow, had been a successful one. The men worked efficiently, if not fearfully, unde...

Her movements caused the cold breeze to shift into a biting wind. Snowflakes that would otherwise drift lazily to the ground transformed into bitter stings battering her eyes, her body, her outstretched limbs. Her narrow eyes thinned as she sacrificed visual acuity to keep the snow out, but she coul...

Waking in his tent, nestled within the confines of a faded green down-feather sleeping bag, he could already feel the crisp sting of biting cold air. The sunlight, barely peeking through the trees at dawn, cast the inside of his tent in a dim shadowy glow. Layne Jenkins had witnessed many a morning,...

Everyone, especially a person who spent more than fifteen minutes around him, knew that Layne abhorred just about everything associated with Rhydin. One of his favorite haunts, the Wild Jasmine , had turned to shambles since Braxxx's unwilling departure, and had made no improvements since his recent...