Bk 3, Chapter One, Part Four

Harl made the change so slowly and subtly that it was only when the priest was shouting up his introductions to the guardsmen on the wall that he noticed the difference in his ‘mistfoundling’. What was the difference really? A roundening of his face, a dulling of his eyes? His hair was already slick with…

Bk3, Chapter One, Part Three

Orrin found him there as he dozed, and he decided to face the man’s fury rather than to try to slog through the mud to get away from him at some ridiculous slow speed. There was blood on the man’s long coat, and a new black eye, but he was whole as he walked towards…

Bk3, Chapter One, Part Two

Jayk was circling Orrin, looking down at the slumped man with a cruel smile on his lips. “Guess she let you down too. In the end.” “Damn you street-voln.” Muttered Orrin. Harl’s brow creased in confusion, but the men with the button man smirked. They were stopped by a hurled curse from Jayk before he…

Bk 3, Chapter One, Part One

“Are you a button man?” The man only briefly glanced at Harl as he spoke. He was crouched by what passed for their campfire in the darkness of the swamp’s night. It had smoked and spluttered when the man in the long coat had sparked his flint towards it, the wetness that was seeping into…

Ghosts’ Prey, The End

The others left. They had decided that Miran had simply been punished for not thanking the mother mountain as soon as they had left her perilous path and that the woman who cut her own throat was an omen they could no ignore. They had gone back down the long path they’d only just escaped,…

Ghosts’ Prey, Chapter Sixteen, Part Two

The curving path was more precarious than any their feet had taken them on so far on their journey up the mountainside. Ice crusted the snow and glinted dagger like above them as they cautiously stepped in a narrow line. Harl kept his eyes on the join of the two peaks ahead of them, where…

Ghosts’ Prey, Chapter Sixteen, Part One

Harl shivered, not certain if it was from the bitter wind that battered their hide tent, or from Cole’s careful examination of the spiked claws on his forearms. Slowly, gently, the tall man was turning his arms, first this way and then that, considering them again just as he had done immediately after Harl’s battle…

Ghosts’ Prey, Chapter Fifteen, Part Four

They ran together, still holding hands as they ignored the stunned looks they got from the few denizens of Tralis that they encountered. Night was turning back to day, and a growing amber light eastwards highlighted the dull edges of the buildings as they raced in that direction. Behind them the clattering sound of soldiers…

Ghosts’ Prey, Chapter Fifteen, Part Three

After they had removed the stained couch that Adair’s weight had bent and bowed over the years, they brought another grand chair for her to sit upon. It was both fine and ridiculous; made of an attractive honey coloured wood covered over with thick coats gold paint and rich red velvet cushions. It wasn’t what…

Ghosts’ Prey, Chapter Fifteen, Part Two

She was thrown inside Adair’s plain chamber and left to her own devices once the door was locked. Her immediate attempts at escape were foiled by a metal grill on the outside of the High General’s windows, and the rest of the room offered no handy weapons she could take to prepare herself for his…