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)

Elevens (2001)

(Excerpt from the novel Fiona’s Guardians by Dan Klefstad)   “You count the money. I’ll count the blood.” Daniel pushes the open case of dollars toward Jesús who in turn opens a large cooler releasing a cloud of mist. The cooler is tied to a dolly. Daniel’s gloves lift blocks of dry ice, revealing pint bags labeled O negative, A negative, A positive, B positive, etc. All… Continue reading Elevens (2001)

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 Dauntless Rook (§.12)

Continued from §.11. Serlo poured himself a tumbler of scotch as his father ambled into the drawing room of Wealdmar Estate, mahogany cane clacking violently off the decorative and newly-swept marble floor. "How is our dear Cerelia?" Grædig Wealdmaer inquired with scant concealed venom, taking a seat upon the leather armchair opposite his son, who… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

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)