Leopold watched with quiet fascination as Jeremus drew another line of ink across the parchment’s yellowed face with subtle delicacy. For hours he had watched the Master Cartographer at work...
Master Cartographer
Volaten Vedor
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Galanet Transmission
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Fortresses & Knights
When Alistair had thought of battle, he had envisioned the glorious charge of cavalry thundering across an open field. Of scores of knights all gleaming in polished armour, their lances lowered and prepared to strike. What he had not imagined was sitting for two weeks on his arse staring at a stone wall with thirty... Continue Reading →
A Never-ending Series | Blog Post
So, this year’s been… weird. It’s just weird, you know? It has that feeling like everything should be wrapping up, like the end to a poorly written trilogy, or the season finale that kind of left a bitter taste in your mouth, but at least some of the side characters got some good story-telling out... Continue Reading →
Hush
I sit watching the light of the rising pale moon that dances across my bedroom walls, a beacon that softly illuminates the swaying stalks of wheat that whisper beyond my window. Hidden amongst the shifting shadows, their subtle voices murmur to one another...
Potion
Illain looked over the board with dismay. The map had been near filled with small figures, clogging every inch of spare land. Foot soldiers clamoured over one another in the forests to the south. To the north, an entire army surrounded the keep of Vismir...
Larry
‘Why Larry?’ ‘Why not? I think it’s rather cute.’ ‘Cute!’ Joseph barked a laugh at the ludicrous idea.
Modern Age Writer
Sleep rubbed from the eyes. The clock ticked silently, the dull green light of its digital numbers illuminating the cluttered desk.
Competent Navigator
‘Yeah, we should have gone right back there.’ Janice groaned and had to resist the urge to blare the car horn out of anger.
Thomas Roland 