Aurelius had stolen onto a rocky outcropping above the buck, blades drawn, muscles taut, poised to leap. It was impossible not to acknowledge the Pred’s own unique nobility. Although Freydolf would never cater to the other man’s ego by telling him so, he’d often thought that this Aurelius—the one stripped of all his ruffles and refinement—was worth sculpting.

—excerpted from Galleries of Stone, Book 1: Meadowsweet

Pred on the Prowl. In our recent festivities surrounding Harrow‘s book birthday, I asked readers to name their favorite Galleries of Stone character. Aurelius carried the day. Naturally. So I thought I’d share some Aurelius art.

Aurelius Hunting by amytaluuri