In a large city beyond the Greylinn mountains, a number of years ago, there lived a young man, and yes, that young man was Solvek. He had caught the eye of the city archivist a few years before and had been successfully apprenticed in the library and scriptorium. He had progressed steadily through the ranks …
Simon shot Chris a double-barrelled glare. All his plans for his afternoon's entertainment had gone up in smoke thanks to his guests and now he was in the spotlight. Chris was oblivious, deep in conversation with the other two architects, while Ally and Lexi blocked an increasingly-frustrated Marge. Actually, that was looking fun. If there …
Posting early as my mother wanted something to read. 🙂 Two days after she wafted the letter into the nearest post box, a young man jetted into the front office and inspected her across the reception desk. She gave him a politely cool look and asked his business. "You'd be Calypso then. Hecate said you …
Finally, the dance wound to a close and she darted back across the square with boots and umbrella, for the rain had set in with a will. Supper was informally served in the large front room, facing directly onto the square. The plates were cleared and Anaria turned to her mother. "Please may I have …
The group handed their horses off to the stable hands and made their way through the Great Hall to the various parts of the castle that called for the hours before the evening meal. Lady Mellisande was waylaid by the steward's assistant, and something in his manner made Alec pause in his plan to turn …
The Overlord laughed, "I shall look forward to meeting your candidates Lady Sophia and look forward even more to watching them strike terror into the hearts of my advisors." The deity sniffed, "It serves them right. Don't be afraid to deviate a little from their list, Sophia. Remain aware of the political implications but know …
Lydia patted Lorsan on the back, probably the only one to have any understanding of how uncomfortable this comfortably forgotten god was with this sudden attention and expectation. While he was still goggling at her casual comfort, she opened the back door and stepped outside. Lorsan hurried to catch up so he could perform the …
Solvek held up a hand, halting the entire group before any member set foot between the stones. In that moment they all felt the presence. Something ancient and unfriendly, silently circling to prevent invasion of the sacred space. They stepped back from the stones, straining all senses to understand more. Figures appeared in the spaces, …
The wagon pulled up in front of what used to be an impressive set of stairs, sweeping down to the carriage turn from an imposingly arched front door. Now, it looked sad, and a little apologetic, as it did its best to hold onto the crumbling stone with overgrowing tendrils of ivy and to fill …
This story is (very) loosely based on the Greek legend of Calypso (of Odyssey fame), the setting inspired by a group exercise at a Mythology course at CityLit. The course itself wasn't quite what I was expecting, but it got a new story going and that was the point of the exercise. Calypso sat at …
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