The Legend of Tristian and the North Star Simon sat at the table frowning at the bowl. Gruel with strawberry preserve. “What’s the matter boy?” Farren scowled. “Not Happy with gruel? You’d rather be ripping up your tunic and frolicking in the forest?” Simon shoveled the gruel into his mouth and chewed. He forced himself [...]
It had been only the second time that Forge was cavalry; Sir Golgothan was still wounded and the broad, orange-haired man had proven to be an able warrior indeed. Even though he still betrayed signs of his uncouth pedigree: his helmet had been chipped, the result of a bar brawl with Olafi the Thick, who [...]
Thick scarlet robes, made of the stiffest and coarsest linen but tailored according to the most exquisite fashions of the time, and a great blue woollen cape. To frost the outfit off, a floppy wide-brimmed hat of brown felt, with every manner of trinket attached. This was the popular medieval street magician Maremmo, proud and [...]
Number Thirty-Four: The Churches of the Offerings These days, there is little that is of any interest to anyone in the town of P____, except for the crumbling but still breathtaking remants of its brief, centuries-past tenure as one of the most important cities in the world. Its declining, aging population compete their circuit of [...]
Valletta is a city of meat And even the streets are sharp enough to cut. Downtrodden men who love her by the tourist book Follow the sound of bells. Whosoever loves Valletta by the tourist book Will lean down yellow bastions and look at pale churches then turn away in disgust. There is one street [...]
Copyright: Bettina Borg Cardona It was a particularly rosy dawn reflected in the mirrored facades of skyscraper buildings that morning, as the smoky smell of toast cinders curled beneath the door of number three hundred and fifty-seven. But Frank ‘the blank’ Edison noticed nothing, too busy cursing the day he was born as he rolled [...]
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 – Conclusion Joey stood up and touched his face. No bumps, bruises or cuts. His skin felt soft and smooth. The dark-skinned man smiled. “Call me Jay. Not my real name but far easier for you to pronounce than Yeshua.” Joey nodded. “Why am I here?” Jay [...]
“Whatever you do, you have to remember that it won’t make a difference to anyone. Whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you wish, you have to remember that people are selfish, and that you are just like them. “Whatever you do, don’t be stupid, don’t think you’re special, or believe that you can get [...]
To begin Ishmael Auksley’s story at the beginning, click here. There were, if we are to tell the whole story, two meetings that determined the unexpected course that Auksley’s life would take. Deirdre was one of them: the fact that he would rather forget the other does not make it any less vital to recount. [...]
“Yeah, so there I was, the place was silent, like the grave,” “Actually, the grave is not at all silent,” someone interrupted. “Quiet, Silas. Not everyone’s a Necromancer.” “Pardon me for breathing I’m sure.” “I’m not sure you do, so I won’t say ought on that. Anyway. So there I was, sword in one hand, [...]
