Matthew Ryder

Mountains of Gold

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. An annoyed grunt broke the silence which hung over them, and Liè Fèng found himself unconsciously tightening the bindings wrapped around his callused fists. To his side, the young monk spared him a brief glance and an enigmatic smile, before returning his attention to placing one foot before the other in endless repetition. The noonday sun glinted brightly off his companion’s shaved head.