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.
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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 Fool’s Blade: Chapter Four
“In due time, I shall,” she said gaily. “But first… have at you!” She caught the hilt of the sword that sailed towards her easily with her free right hand and levelled it at the kneeling man.
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter Three
“My word,” said Duet.
“Your words,” Brakenib replied with a smirk. “I’ve put a nice shine on them, I think.” He reached for his ale, but Duet caught his wrist.
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter Two
“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t go around killing your subjects for something as mild as a riot. You’ll run out of subjects before long,” Band said, chuckling and tearing at a leg-sized lump of game with his fork.
The Fool’s Blade: Chapter One
It was a sword-cane, with the emphasis more on the cane than sword…
“See you around, Victrix Lament”: Chapter Four
“I wish things could have been different,” Carian thought to her as he pulled the crate out of the hatch and opened it. “I was starting to like you.” He lifted the lid and selected an armful of the white transport canisters. “You can keep the rest,” he said aloud, letting the crate fall closed. He looked down at her, powerless to move, and smiled. “See you around, Victrix Lament.”
“See you around, Victrix Lament”: Chapter Two
The stinking air blasted past her face as the airbike swooped lower and lower, circling the enormous tower like a helter-skelter. Not for the first time, Lament was glad of her filter mask.
“The p-platform should be right here,” said the deputy in her ear. He was strapped into the bike just like she was, but still his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist.
“Nervous flyer?” Lament asked.
“More so the falling,” he said. “There it is!” he released one hand, pointing out straight ahead. Looming through the smog, a colossal structure: an abandoned mining platform, the sergeant had said…
They Worship It: Chapter Four
The water was freezing cold when I smashed into it. I tasted salt and realised that this was more than just a tank. With my eyes closed tight I reached into the pocket of my overcoat and removed the object Apollo had planted there. I felt a mouthpiece, a mask. With every fibre of my being I had to fight the instinct to keep my mouth shut tight and forced the breather in there. I fumbled blindly, trying to find the vent to get the water out of my mouth. I depressed the little button and an explosion of bubbles came flooding out of the front of the mask. Now breathing normally, I steeled myself and opened my eyes…
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