I have finished editing my first scene (again) and thought I'd put up the first page for comments, a la "Flogging the Quill." Would you turn the page?
A neat stone farmhouse squatted beside the massive barn, its garden tucked under a thick blanket of snow. No new flakes had fallen since the previous night, so the lion tracks were clearly visible in the lantern light as the farmer showed them to the four Rangers.
“The ‘nightstalker’ came up here." They were standing in front of the barn door, where the beast had paced back and forth. Deep scratches showed on the wood. "Couldn’t get inside. I had it shut up tight.”
Captain Faldur Relaszen bent down to study the prints. He was lean and compactly built, a bit like a cat himself, with gray-green eyes in a smoothly weathered face and an air of competent authority.“These were made by a male. A large one,” he said.
The lion had come out of the woods on the opposite side of the barn, circled it, and then struck up the ridge behind the house, disappearing into the woods again. Faldur didn’t like the fact that the nightstalker had come so close to the house. “You’d best go inside, and keep your doors and shutters bolted,” he said.
The farmer nodded, a worried look on his face, and glanced up at the looming peaks of the Dagger Mountains, which showed as pale smudges against the gentian blueness of the winter evening. “They don’t usually come down until after the new year. Do you think they are