The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

Continued from §.15   When Sprill realized his tenants were either sleeping, hiding, or vacant, he gave a soft grunt of irritation, produced a keyring and turned the lock. Adair followed the landlord and moved through the small, sparse room to the window and peered out into the cluttered lane below, spying only a grim,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

The Dauntless Rook (§.15)

Continued from §.14 Luned gasped as she spied Oeric Adair through the keyhole of her flat. The comitem walked patiently, yet eagerly, behind the corpulent, key-jangling landlord, Hoston Sprill. Both men advanced slowly, but steadily, down the corridor; scant minutes from the door. "Damn that conniving wind-tossed scoundrel. This is all his fault." She muttered,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.15)

The Dauntless Rook (§.09)

Continued from §.08. Aymon Degarre found Learc Demelody smoking her ever-present whale bone pipe in the ministry library, pouring through a stack of papers. Before he could get close enough to inspect the content of the pulpy pile, Learc blew a cloud of smoke towards him without removing her eyes from the items before her,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.09)

The Dauntless Rook (§.08)

Continued from §.07. Oeric Adair read and reread the Ersentwyer Evening Standard as he waited in the drawing room of his newly purchased manse for Cerelia to greet him. His nerves such that the paper jittered in his hands, which, in erratic interludes, would irregularly flutter down to the tabletop to tap in rapid succession… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.08)

The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

Continued from §.06. Luned Fey leaned back in the old wicker chair she'd stolen four weeks ago, lowering the paper to behold a lithe, pale man, garbed in a corvine coat, who sat across the charred table. He settled down into the chair and poured some of the coffee Fey had freshly brewed looking impossibly… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

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)