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 (§.11)

Continued from §.10 "Mr. Dren! I say; Mr. Dren!" Oeric lowered the silver bracelet he was considering purchasing for Cerelia and turned from the market stall to behold a garishly dressed man of considerable girth with a spruce mustache glaring at him. Oeric at first thought the man was speaking to someone behind him and… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.11)

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 (§.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 (§.02)

Continued from §.01. * "Ah, we arrive at last!" Aldwyn Blythe declared with triumph as the four aristocrats reached the first floor lobby of Mazrak's Grand Theatre, which hummed with conversations and the busy footsteps of its numerous and well-heeled patrons. Oeric wasted no time in greeting the elderly clerk who stood behind a stout… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.02)