He hadn’t seen the old man since he’d left them all those many years ago. Stewart didn’t know how to feel. His mother succumbed to illness many seasons ago, and his sister Lucy broke contact after she left for the Nine Isles. There his father was, with a grizzled grey beard, and deep wrinkles etched […]
“No one in this book can pass through the Shell, you hear me Toftin?” he said, referring to the all-surrounding white walls of Inoria.
Yorra, the Minister of Continental Affairs, wanted to push the Ambassador for more information.
“How goes the campaign on the Chefron city states?” he asked.
“We’ve been encountering less resistance than we thought,” the Ambassador said, picking his words carefully. “However, there is a problem that is out of our control.”
She limped inside like a bird with broken wings. The look on her face made the room feel colder. “They killed him, Rodrik. I saw them hang him. It’s only a matter of time before they get us,” she said. Rodrik brushed his bowl of hot soup aside and wiped his mouth. He knew of […]
Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) […]
A few words, a sketch of a face, some silver, and that’s all it takes for someone to die in these wild parts. You know part of my story already, don’t you?