Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Motto: To scream is to know you’re alive
Desires: To seek pleasure through the fear of others
Weapon of Choice: Compact bow
Description: “My brother, too, is a shaman,” Aram said. “From birth he was chosen and trained, but there are some mysteries born in a man, which cannot be learned. Maybe you’re the same.” I glanced at the bone-white Scythian, Skel. His odd shifting eyes met mine, and the flesh at the base of my spine shuddered. There was nothing unfriendly in his look. A bland glance, it didn’t trouble my thoughts even as it scraped my instincts.
Discussion Questions For Skel?
- What do you think of the Scythians adorning themselves with scalps?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- Did Skel make you shudder?
- What does Hadad see in Skel that he didn’t in Leures?
I spotted the pale Scythian, Skel, on the camp’s near side. Unmistakable in his cloak of scalps with his creamy mane streaming, he galloped a yellow horse over fallen men. Jumping from the horse as it slowed, he pounced on a man who was dragging himself away. Skel grabbed the man’s blonde hair, jerked his head back, and with a narrow dagger slit the man’s forehead, peeling back his skin.
GATES THE HOURS KEEP