Lyryk Starsong strummed the tune running through her mind as her horse shambled along the trade road behind the dusty caravan. A storm comes, she heard in her mind. She almost dropped the lute she was playing when she spied Biscuit, the giant dog who sometimes traveled with her since she washed ashore all those … Continue reading Storm Surge
“Hi, Stevie!” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug coffee shop. “Hi Bert,” says Stevie, the barista, as he raises his head from cleaning the coffee machine. “The usual?” “You got it.” The rest of the group trickles in, ordering their respective drinks as they pass the counter. Stevie acknowledges each with a greeting … Continue reading The New Semester
“Hey, Stevie!” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug coffee shop. Thursday night rolls around again, and I look forward to this group of youngsters as they trickle into the cafe. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen them. Aislynn, the group’s healer, was not present the last time they were here … Continue reading The Shortest Day
Ashja stood on the pier, marveling at the sight before her. This city was nothing like she had ever seen in her life. It was so very different from the city at the edge of the desert near which she had grown. But then, she had seen a lot of strange things in the last … Continue reading The City of Caer Vernalan
I wrote this as a contest entry on a writing site I belong to. I don’t remember the prompt, but the idea of a “hub of the multiverse” for some of my stories intrigued me, so I ran with it. Here is my hub, The Jaunty Mug. I hope you like it. When customers enter, … Continue reading Introducing: The Jaunty Mug
“We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay.” ~Lynda Barry American cartoonist Lynda Barry was born on this day in 1956.
Last week, I attended a free online fantasy writing conference hosted by ProWritingAid. It included topics that applied to the stage of my novel that I presently face. (Yes, there were a lot of sales pitches for the products that were showcased, but I’ve learned to say ‘no.’ The caveat being that I took advantage … Continue reading Editing My Novel… For the Third Time
Early the next morning, Skrie headed to the common room to the aroma of coffee, bacon, sausage, and fresh bread permeating the inn. Della was at the bar, getting ready for the morning breakfast. She looked up as Skrie entered. “Good morning, Miss Skrie,” she said. “Breakfast ain’t quite ready. Would ye like some cider, … Continue reading Kidnapped
Skrie sneaked down the stairs and skirted the wall behind some crates, looking for Filice. She didn’t see her, but caught Dayne’s eye as he tended to the bar. The two stepped back into a kitchen storage room. “A half-elf woman and young boy brought food to our room,” said Skrie. “Someone laced it with … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
When they got settled into the suite, Malusk made sure the door was locked, then sat the party around the room’s small table. The big half-orc was visibly anxious and even a bit embarrassed, to Skrie's reckoning. His big hands were wrapped around a large tankard of dark ale as he locked eyes with each … Continue reading Malusk’s Confession
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Tavern Tales
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