The Dragon Knight
Solomon sat in his tent; his page shaving his face as he mulled over the serious problem that he, and the rest of the army of Cluthor, faced. Shaving had become part of the army's nightly ritual: some of the mounts of the enemy - as well as their...
Wand of the Morn 1 - The Story
Tuning his slightly water-logged lute as best he could in the circumstances, Rond asked his recently-acquired simple-minded giant of a companion if he knew what songs were popular in Fawcett. Just talking to Ovin - last name unknown - was a good enough...
Off The Beaten Path - Hairy Palms
It was one of those unusual, glorious times that don't happen that often in England: it was the long Easter weekend, and the sun was actually out. Warmth radiated both from the clear sky, as well as the ground as the nation basked in a dose of good...
Ten Men In A Hole
Squinting against the afternoon sun hovering in the clear, pale blue sky above, Blake snorted. It felt like the spray slapping him in the face as the boat sped over the Tyrrhenian Sea was silting up his nostrils. The massive muscles in his left...
Richard
Richard had been praying before Morton had been taken away, asking for forgiveness on the other man's behalf. He hadn't really expect a thief - much less one as grating as he was - would understand what he was doing was... well, it wasn't right....
Timothy
Hobbling along on his crutches, a weapon almost literally pointed at his back, Timothy Morton's arms were getting tired of supporting his weight. He was half-tempted to just let himself get stabbed; at least dead he wouldn't have continue the slow...
William
William Uxbridge's mood had improved the further they had gotten from the prison. His early excitement about being selected to accompany Lysander Zane had been tempered by the latest round of whispers of nepotism. Despite admiring his father immensely,...
Prologue
"I'm here for Yule Baker and Timothy Morton," Lysander Zane explained. Captain Uxbridge's eyebrow raised slightly in surprise as he accepted the sealed letter from the paladin's gauntleted hand. He only needed a quick glance to check that the seal was...
The Long Weekend - Sunday, Morning
SUNDAY, MORNING Jay awoke refreshed, as though he had been asleep for centuries. His body tingled with excitement: his master had commanded him to arise, and he had eagerly, for the two of them were going to ride together at long last. With a quick...
Aliens Invade!
Steve stumbled out of his old bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxers, charging for the kitchen. The morning was half-over, but he'd spent the night driving home from university after the last day of his exams. This had meant partying with his friends,...
The Messenger of Monsters
With a vague path in mind, the creature headed off on its course. Its body did not like being out of the water: there was no wetness here to cover his skin - the water dripping off its body provided a little comfort, but even that was quickly...
The Birth of Monsters
Dorn glanced out over the icy waters of the lake. If he'd been a poet, he might have related the beauty of the cloud-greyed, still waters to a smoky diamond or the eyes of some exotic northern maiden. If he'd been a farmer from one of the...