For make no mistake, the forces already encountered at the stone circle were not there for defence, but to drag unwary and unwilling souls through the boundary. The wraiths reached, grabbed, pulled, and they both catapulted through into the waiting chains of the goblin forces. Solvek was chained and slung onto a rough handcart alongside …
The innkeeper was indeed able to provide aid and direction. The elf passed through his inn regularly, always coming from the same, little-used track. He could add, every time the elf returned from the city, there was a companion. And every time, a few weeks later, that companion would return to the inn from that …
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 …
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, …
This started out as a challenge to see if I could do the opposite of the first instalment of Secrets and write entirely without dialogue. It's running away with me as well. In the Year of the Jackal, under the third moon, a strange convoy left the desert city of Ibram to chase a legend. …
The DNA of Stories 