Brumal Night

Brumal Night

Tilda looked out at the swirling snow and frowned. “You don’t have to go. It’s just a silly tradition. No-one ever arrives.”  Elgar was not dissuaded. He strapped his sword belt over his coat and took up his pack. “Brumal Night isn’t just about...
The Zodiac Hand

The Zodiac Hand

Christina held her hand up to the sky and checked the position of the stars. It was good. She hoped he wasn’t late. She hadn’t had a big client in weeks and she needed the cash. If he was late, it would be another five days before she could do him again....
The Mudfisher’s Catch

The Mudfisher’s Catch

The glorious River of Gleam carried upon its broad shoulders a slow moving burden of thick, reeking, mud. The days of its namesake, bright shining days of water and wax, were long past. Now it was wide, shallow, and its name draped in irony. It was a crap brown snake,...
Lyre Hunt

Lyre Hunt

Crags of stone scratched every horizon. No plants. No water. No life. A sea of rubble. A great earthen scar. She was down there, somewhere. It made things difficult. Byndai Kestrel crouched and weighed his options. The food had run out days ago, but he knew how to...