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 (§.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 (§.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)