The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

Continued from §.13. Serlo Wealdmaer exited the cabaret to behold an angwissous man in a corvine coat, running full-tilt across the cobblestones of the main thorough. The sprinter shouted for aid as he sped, arms flailing like a beached and barmy cephalopod. Something about the manic figure seemed familiar to Serlo. He narrowed his gaze… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

The Dauntless Rook (§.10)

Continued from §.09 Volfsige hung back, adjusting his newly acquired beige traveling coat and melting into the crowd as Oeric Adair moved deeper into the eastern bazaar, ringed by a small retinue of guards. He cursed. The minor legion would make any attempt upon the noble's life impossible. "Despite his skill, he brings such a… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.10)

The Dauntless Rook (§.06)

Continued from §.05. Volfsige sat nervously within the shaded drawing room in lower eastside, wracked by his recent failure. Hands wringing the expensive cutlery as a rider might his brydel. The blond man opposite the cutthroat lit up a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke above the table before breaking the silence. "Theed given… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.06)

The Dauntless Rook (§.05)

Continued from §.04. After the concert had concluded, Blythe, Boyce, Kyne and Adair returned to the clerk whose visage bore the marks of considerable nervousness. "Ilhayl, my lords. I regret to inform ye there has been a theft." "What was riven?" Inquired Adair evenly. "Thy coat, my comitem." Boyce laughed, "Broadly, fortune smiles." The clerk… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.05)

The Dauntless Rook (§.04)

Continued from §.03. The man with the faded gray coat looked up from his tea to discover a thin man exiting the theatre, clad in a coat ornamented with crow feathers and a broad-brimmed cap with azure plume. He required no sketch for reference this time. After his former encounter, he knew his quarry upon… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.04)

Wicked Road

I recently re-discovered this, the very first short story I ever wrote (many, many years ago), and decided to publish it here. It is somewhat amateur, but I hope you will find it amusing. ◊ ♦ “Jet lag, mon ami?” Chester North did not recognize the jovial, drawling voice which had so suddenly pierced the… Continue reading Wicked Road