His father’s obsidian necklace, reflecting the low light of the fire in the hearth, rests in the cup of his throat above his breastbone.
Fuuuuuu! Superb. Visceral. Intense. Almost filmic, if that's a word and means what I want it to mean. I can see this playing out in the screen.
I was eating lunch whilst reading this and I had to stop and wait until I'd finished because his injuries are so vivid.
What are you inspirations/favourite authors, Lane?
I hope more people get onto your Stack to read. I shall do my best to promote it to my small readership.