Ashja went down to the common room to break her fast. She sat at the same table she had shared with Morhirr and Fynnwyn the day before, only this time, her back was to the wall. She had a fairly good view of the common room. She thought about what she should do this day. … Continue reading Ashja: The Cloth Merchant’s Debt
Airne found the butcher in Ardimon, but it wasn’t the same man she remembered. This man was older than Sedge’s son but nowhere near as old as Sedge. “I don’t see Sedge,” she said when she entered the shop. “Ach, nae,” he said. “Ol’ Sedge don’ passed it along t’ me when ‘is boy, Simon, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 3
Airne stood at the prow as the ship cut through the water. She was finally returning to her home island of Trivent, in the Dragon’s Claw Archipelago. “Nervous?” asked Evie. “No.” A moment later she said, “yes. Maybe.” “I would be,” said the young elf. “There’s nothing for me there, you know. I don’t know … Continue reading Airne’s Return
Tomas huddled just behind the driver’s box, at the front of the wagon bed. The thin cloth of the rags draped across his thin frame did nothing to keep the chill at bay. He was on his way into yet another unnamed village with his “uncle” to sell their ill-gotten gains. Villagers never asked where … Continue reading Tomas
“My idea of a good fantasy is something that’s absolutely grounded in reality. And there’s a little element that doesn’t belong there—and that’s the fantasy element—that you have to react to and deal with in a completely real way.”~Melissa Mathison American film and television screenwriter, and an activist for the Tibetan independence movement Melissa Mathison … Continue reading Random Quote for June 03, 2024
“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
Qilynn Starpath was one of the many great-great-granddaughters of Titania, Summer Queen of the Feywild. And the only one to have not inherited the gift of sorcery. To her knowledge, Great-Great-GrandMama never knew about her. Her grandfather, Qinlamin, was not fully fey, his blood was only part-fey. Oh, he was a sorcerer of some repute, … Continue reading Qilynn of the Feywild
“So, wha’cha ye thinkin’?” asked Gryff. “I like what I see so far,” replied Aeryn. “What think you, Naathyn?” “I agree with Aeryn,” the elf said, looking around the spacious apartment. “Extra room would certainly come in handy should we acquire additional talent. I think each of the side rooms could easily sleep six if … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett, Part 2
Jory slid silently along the wall, staying in the shadows. He heard the sentries in the distance and knew he only had another moment to find the door that Cal had left open for him and slip into the house. As he rounded the corner and slipped into the open door, he heard breathing in … Continue reading Won’t Get Away
The Stained Stein buzzed with the usual gossip. The clientele, mostly those folk that lived above the nearby shops, knew each other, and strangers elicited silent stares. Most denizens of the neighborhood didn’t take kindly to unknown (to them) threats. Teppo, the proprietor of the Stained Stein, surveyed his domain. While it was home, and … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett
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