Onyx hadn’t needed a map after all. An eye and an ear would have been enough. The show that Pudd had described–over her only meal in days–was as he explained, loud and clear. After ducking out of the heroes plaza, … Continue reading His Majesty’s Service, Salaman The Magnificent, Chapter 3.1
Moths to a flame. That’s what the Celns said when something brought them together. Like this coronation of their king, or barley a little too unsupervised under a canvas on a cart in one of the dwindling numbers of caravans … Continue reading His Majesty’s Service, Moths to a Flame, Chapter 1.2
She had come on a dark tide. The worn bow of the vessel struck the pale rounded stones of the shore. Slipping her feet over the side, the sole passenger slid waist deep into the frigid water of the bay. … Continue reading His Majesty’s Service, A Dark Tide Chapter 1.1
Andril would have turned Haryk into a newt if he had any magic left to conjure. The mage was convinced at times that he gave away their position, not for a lapse in judgment but because he simply liked battle … Continue reading Black Hollow 8.3B The New Mistress of Far Realm
The experience of flying upon a dragon was from that moment on, permanently embedded in the deep recesses of Andril’s vast chamber of thoughts. It reappeared in his wonderings, in his dreams, and in his writings many times thereafter. He … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 8.3 The Dark Island
Imagine that you were in a battle on a ruined platform. Around you, like a swarm of bees, shadowy figures move from man to man, striking each down. They are each a flurry, a blur of death. Consider the whirling … Continue reading Black Hollow 8.2D The Pest Control Expert’s Friends
Andril and Haryk had their hands full holding back the strange monks. Prince Genoran wasn’t making it any easier and their oftentimes immature friend, the druid, was nowhere to be seen. Genoran and a few of his best and most … Continue reading Black Hollow 8.2B More Than A Handful
There’s no safety from a tempest at sea, from a dragon in it’s lair, but especially from an angry lizardman when his tail is up. Frank had never thought he understood this island expression. It sounded a bit exaggerated he … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.3 Two Tales and Two Tails
Iricah knew all too well that Thrak would have fought them all, every last two-legged one of them. You see, about the same time that Thrak was standing over Frank’s lifeless body about to make a sack full of Celn … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.2 A Lyrical Ballad of the Heart
Andril Tainer had really had enough of all this shit. Fuck you very much. Now in a meta-magic state of consciousness, which amazingly made a lot of sense to him at that exact moment, he thought it high time for … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW 8.1: The Other Side
Of all the things that Thaedron thought might happen then, a blood and bag covered woman stepping out of a magical door floating in the air wasn’t one of them. Of course it wasn’t like he was able to see … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 35.1 The Pretty Bag Lady in the Doorway
Iricah now saw through the gaping jaws that there were ships ahead of her, below in the sea. She felt the tingling sensation that things were too far out of her control, that she was going to die. Her friends … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 34.9 A Noble’s Heart
