This is a tale of a young knight's trek to manhood. Well versed in war, and the art of the sword, this is his lesson in love, the very last step in the journey. The story takes place in thirteenth century Europe. But it just as well could have taken place in Brooklyn during the 1960's, without the swords of course. For my young knight, Egon, could well have been a returning Vietnam Veteran, and the taverns, perhaps disco's of the sixties. Times do change, of course. But perhaps people have always been the same, no matter the time or place. So I guess you might call this an old story presented in a new light.

Excerpt
In the torch light before them, stood a great stone archway, its passage sealed with the black of darkness. Within, Egon quickly spied lamp stands about in the shadows. With haste in his voice, he turned to Perigrin and whispered, "Light those lamps so we may see what stands before us. Quickly the light washed the darkness from the walls. Before their eyes stood great stone demons posed for the strike. Dark sentinels they be, casting their shadows upon the gray stained walls. Accursed walls they be too, adorned with demonic landscapes, tattooed by artists lacking in the skill. Instantly, the lamps' flickerings gave motion to the statues, causing all to tighten grip upon the hilt of their swords. But their motions soon ceased as the light took hold.