Since I could walk, I have moved among the tress of the timeless forests of the Riverlands. Unseen and unnoticed, the arrows of my bow cut through the morning mists, their targets never missed.
In my travels I see what once was. Places and people that have passed from memory. Timeslips. Thin places in the veil. These I can see, but that is not all.
I can see past time. To you it may seem as it has slowed, to me, I am unbound by its confines.
The abominations in the shadows do not know me, but they will soon learn to fear me. I am Conrad Wojtek, a hunter of what lies in the Darkness.
Among the Shadows: Watchers of the Light Book 1
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Darrick Dean 