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…
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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 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!”
The Mystery Man from Dym River: Chapter Two
“Can you hear me?”
A very pink face was looking down at me, with huge bug compound eyes and a metal grille where its mouth should be. Oh, I thought. I’m in Hell. Colder than I expected.
Four Reports on the Incident in the Unmappable Region: Report One
Yes, the unmappable region. Why would somebody take a cruise through such an unsafe-sounding place? People climb mountains, don’t they? Stop interrupting…
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 One
It was a sword-cane, with the emphasis more on the cane than sword…
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