Iron Broderick (snippet)

“Luck betrayed Broderick with honeyed visions of a clear route his dark destiny. Sunlight stabbed his eyes as the mirrored reflections of horse barding called him down that path. His pulse raced as the chanfron, the equine’s face piece, spoke to him in jutting arrogance, whispering that this was the end of his quest. Only one steed possessed a device that obnoxious, Star Bite, a mare of particularly hostile temperament with hooves as heavy as any stallion in Armalia’s army…and Graynar’s favored. They slowly trotted across his path. This was exactly what Broderick was searching after.”