The Monk Novels & Stories

Just then, the head monk and some other monks from the citadel arrived at the scene, their orange and grey robes a stark contrast to the fur coats of the warriors. The crowd parted for them in silence. The head monk, a man whose face was a map of a hundred years of meditation, walked up to the stairs. He greets Rowan with a solemn bow and then whispers into his ears, though the silence of the crowd allowed his voice to carry to those nearby.