Master Cartographer

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...

A Final Formality

Tora dangled her legs over the ledge and swung them back and forth, watching as the final dying stars flickered far below. The light they gave off was little more than a feeble blue glow, struggling to light the small clump of earth that Tora sat on, a small floating chunk less than two metres across in any direction...

Yash #19

FILE: AUDIO LOG ENTRY // YASH TIR-REL // RESEARCH COORDINATOR RESEARCH TEAM PYTHEAS SUBJECT: PYTHEAS PROJECT PROGRESS REPORT #19 %%ERROR#881%% FILE PARTIALLY OVERWRITTEN // UNKNOWN USER A1: Yash Tir-Rel. Research director. Research team Pytheas. Report number nineteen made at two fifty-eight. [IRREGULAR TAPPING] A2: The efforts of the Pytheas team continues to provide results at... Continue Reading →

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 →

Tyrant

‘Good people! I bring ill tidings of a tyrannical overlord who has wrested control from our most gracious of kings!’ The page’s neck strained as his voice carried over the crowd gathered...

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...

Interview @NickMarone.com

This month I had lucky chance to be interviewed by fellow author Nick Marone about my writing life and 'A Mountain Pass' from the anthology 'Journeys' released late last year.

Traitor’s Crossing

Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...

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