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 (§.13)

Continued from §.12. Volfsige could not believe his eyes, for standing before him, in the litter-strewn alley that let out to the smokestacked north, was, against all reason, Oeric Adair, who only minutes prior, had stood in the market square, surrounded by gambesoned mercenaries. Adair had exchanged the stately clothes and short-brimmed cap for the… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

The Silence & The Howl (§.29)

continued from chapter 28 CHAPTER 29 "Mr. La'Far, I wanted to thank you. For putting me up like this. Especially on such short notice. Means a lot to me." "Was the least I could do." "No, it wasn't." "I was trying to be modest. Besides, extenuating circumstances... its a shame what happened." Harmon said nothing… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.29)

Tomb of the Father: Chapter Two, Home & Hearth

Gunvald woke in the dark and buried the brigand upon the northern hill opposite the shepherd's encampment and departed from the old vaquero wordlessly, before his waking, as the halcyon sphere drifted up across the high, jagged peaks of the far mountain. He made his way over the thin, reedy grass from the northern hill… Continue reading Tomb of the Father: Chapter Two, Home & Hearth