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 Two
How many of these guys are there going to be? thought Deputy Springfield, looking at the two men in their opposite cells thoughtfully. They didn’t seem to hold any animosity towards each other, except when one spoke the other always contradicted him, with the condescending tone of a schoolteacher who has just been given a wholly wrong answer to a simple equation.
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!”
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report Four
“Can we talk?” said the man in black.
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.
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