The city was almost uniformly built out of the same grey granite stone that also dominated the landscape around it, which made one building hard to discern from the next. Alleyways and bridges, textures and shapes, all seemed to blur together to the woman. Faces, on the other hand, she was hyperfocused on. The particular cast of the eyes here, the shape of the mouth there. All full of a million little clues. Answers to the most important question on her mind.
Are they on to me yet?
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Candle of Chaos: Chapter Four
He was rising to his hands and knees immediately, his eyes glittering an ice-cold black, moving like a cat to spring forward. His fingers, though she knew they couldn’t, seemed to have morphed into ripping claws as he raised them and leapt for her throat.
Candle of Chaos: Chapter Three
The street was quiet of an afternoon, as it usually was. Maybe more so, with the whisperings of the war in the air. Only a few folk were out at all, much less on the main street.
It was less of a disturbance than might have been expected, then, when the town doctor staggered out into the street, staggered under the weight of a man from whom maroon-red blood poured.
Candle of Chaos: Chapter One
Someone was limping up the street, apparently barely able to stand at all. Eight feet tall if he was an inch, he staggered as the doctor ran up beside him, and she caught him moments before he collapsed entirely…
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter Four
The hoofbeats were like thunder behind him as he rode clutching the reins for dear life, not daring to look back again…
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter Three
This was the moment. His hand reached out. His fingers brushed the soft gold of the petals. He was shaking, his heart at war with itself. It would be such a crime to destroy a beautiful thing like this. He felt sweat on his forehead.
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter Two
Hurrying up to the gates of the castle, March announced his intent of an audience with the Prince with a reverberating yell. His letter of passage from Lord Simas clutched in his hand, he was shown into a high-ceilinged chamber with tapestries draped down carrying verdant forest imagery arrayed along the walls. There was a single table, a long one with chairs for a few guests, evidently the honour granted to the Prince’s closest friends.
The Son of the Mad King: Chapter One
They pulled him off his horse before he could react, and, his head spinning, he could barely fend off the first vicious knife strike at his heart, deflecting it into his left shoulder where it left a shallow cut that stung and sharpened his mind into the instant. He formed a rune with his left hand and cast it with a flick of his wrist, sending a coruscating ring of power out that made the nearest bandit execute a flawless backflip back into the bushes belly-first.
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Four
I cracked my knuckles and stepped forward, my arms raised. More of a signal to my opponent that I wasn’t giving up than an earnest attempt to attack. He still easily dodged out of the way, but my clawing hand caught hold of the edge of his sleeve for just a moment – he was slowing down. He knew it. I knew it.
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Three
“Hey, you! Masked man!” came the shout. The source of the voice was a young man with prodigious sideburns and hair that brushed his shoulders. “Come sit with us!”
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