Waking Up the Giants
A Stand-Alone Novella in The Sibylline Saga
In your hour of greatest need, look deep into the West.
Rooted firm in myth and mist, that’s where the Giants rest.
Eoghan and Nora are on a mission. In a last ditch effort to save their war torn country, they have been sent to climb the Mountain and wake the giants.
Eoghan is certain the old legends about the giants are just stories from his childhood. But when they find the fabled Clarion, he begins to believe the impossible.
His job is to get Nora safely to the peak. But if the giants are real, it may be safer to go back down.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This short story has been expanded to become
Book Two: THE GIANT SINGER
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Take care of yourselves, loves.
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Mild gore and violence, swearing
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The Giant's Mountain
“Why did you agree to climb the mountain? To find the Clarion and wake the Giants? If this is a fool’s errand, then that makes you a fool. But you’re no fool, Eoghan.” Nora laughed sarcastically and wagged a finger at me. “You’re no fool. You came on this mission for a reason, and it wasn’t to wake the Giants and end this war with Amau.”
I clamped my mouth shut and kept climbing.
Nora’s short legs ate up the ground next to me, going nearly twice as fast as mine to equal my stride. She used her hands as much as her feet to scramble up the steeper inclines, the Clarion nestled against her chest.
“So what, you think we’ll reach the peak, sound the Clarion, and then what? Nothing?”
“Maybe,” I said, despite my determination to not talk about this.
“Maybe?” she shrilled. “Maybe?”
I thought back to the shape of the ten stone arches that had cradled the Clarion – of Nora’s expression as she recorded them in her sketchbook.
Maybe? No.
Hopefully nothing would happen.