The head had once been a part of a colossal statue, guarding a great city in the golden age. That empire had fallen, sunk by the gods for their hubris, and eaten from within by duplicitous councilors.
The body was lost, along with her shield and mace. But her face and spiked crown were still intact. And he was tasked by the cruel warlord that currently ruled the area with guarding her shrine.
The warlord kept the head as a sign of strength. But to him, she was a reminder that all tyrants fall. She was a promise of liberty.

Tomorrow, I’ll be doing a signing for The Mountain’s Shadow at Pulp716 in North Tonawanda! I hope I see you there! https://fb.me/e/bDvypEWtO