Torsn may not have been a man yet, but he had no use for the old seer’s riddles. What could a cripple know of gods? The ragged cloak smelled of smoke, the breath even ranker. “Torsn of Turl, forsaken not you.”
When they came, it sounded like a rockslide. The sleepy village stood Continue reading Superstition
The locked gates rattled for a moment as he passed through them. As he crossed the courtyard, he read the leaves and debris strewn about, looking for evidence.
A trace left no doubt. Aasima was here. He walked unobserved past the smoking guard with a gun. Continue reading Help?
Back a step, parry, back another. The minotaur’s hammer blows rained down. Splinters of shield showered over his face. His elbow burned, his unfeeling hand went slack.
Why have you forsaken me, Athena? Continue reading Athena’s Hero
“The toadstool fairies did it.”
The wizard scratched his dirty beard, pushed the skinny lass off his lap. She fumbled with her skirts. “Aye, it is something the bloody fairies do.”
His prized goat lay exposed in the burlap sack at his feet. Dead as cold stone. Continue reading Mushroom Evidence
The Umdeshai Gorge was where the mighty Ahl cut through the mountains of Bahari from the Kingdom of Ishd to the plains of Urkardi-Om. The small village of Kavranen sat near the middle of the navigable branch of the river through the Gorge in a small valley, a green cleft between tightly packed mountains. Here, the brightly painted stores, inns, and cottages of the villagers perched on rocky outcrops and benches of varying heights above the flood line of the mighty river. The people of Kavranen, for the most part, lived symbiotically from the trade that traversed up and down the Ahl. The port of call was perhaps the most visited along the long journey through the Gorge. Continue reading Captain Penzmer’s Fate