Somebody's Got To Do The Dirty Work - Part 1
Dalmatia at night is a sight to behold. Provided you've got my night eyes, that is. If not, all you can see is torchlight, flickering like an upside down starfield. Moving amongst it, small dots of light move set paths. Guards with torches. One with a...
The Conqueror [short story]
I take a deep sip from the aromatic drink beside me; a fine roasted tea from the east. Unsweetened. Saturated with herbs. This tea shop is a haunt of mine, and they know my preferences. As does the friend across the table from me. The fox leans...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 11
## Chapter 11 When I enter Duck's quarters late that night, I'm dry, for the first time in weeks. My coat even smells of soap, although not a perfumed kind. I've missed this feeling, and it's put me in an even better mood. Kit has already returned to...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 10
## Chapter 10 "About your rude interjection the other day," Duck opens as I enter his cabin late one evening, more than a week hence. "The weasel is predictably hesitant to explain his opinions of the captain, and I would dearly like to avoid...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 09
## Chapter 9 I awake with Kit's smell all over me, as has been routine for quite a while now. What on earth did I get up to last night? I've never been so drunk before in my life and I can't remember a thing after the third cup. But I don't feel...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 08
## Chapter 8 Duck and I enter the captain's cabin around dinner time. As instructed, I remain standing behind Duck when the captain bids him sit by his table. Kit brings us the food, never once taking his eyes off the captain even when I try to catch...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 07
## Chapter 7 Today is the last day of the month I'd been given to consider my answer to the Dalmatian. And yet, I distract myself with my daily routines. Occasionally I try to sneak some minor improvement into Kit's dish without him noticing, but I'm...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 06
## Chapter 6 Kit hasn't awoken me when it came time to cook the next morning, nor when it came time to clean up afterwards. He had, however, draped his blanket over me some time during the night. So, when I wake up well into the afternoon, I feel warm...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 05
## Chapter 5 "Did you sleep well?" Kit's question startles me out of my reveries. The sun has come up without me noticing, reflecting brightly off the almost still waters. "Didn't see you all day yesterday," he tells me. "So the Dalmatian...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 04
## Chapter 4 I knock on the stranger's door. Asking to sleep in his room would only be mildly less disturbing. I don't wish to spend the night there either. If I can work things into my favour, I'd rather sleep under the open skies. Back in Nawesh, I...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 03
## Chapter 3 Kit appears on deck some time later, in a faded maroon shirt which hugs his form closely. His coat shimmers wonderfully in the bright sunlight out here and sets off his green eyes very nicely. I keep an eye on him until he notices...
In Darkness, Every Rose Is Black - Chapter 13
## Chapter 13 The cool outside air stings as it enters my chest. Underneath my tightly buttoned up shirt, I carry the marks of the late Krish; a great, pink scar which will be with me forever and mark me for a killer. Just like the scar around my neck...