Revered Priestess Thank you for your communication regarding our previous queries as to your kind offer to take Eleanor as an acolyte in the goddess's desert temple. I'm afraid your response of 'she'll simply have to grow up and get her imagination under control' did not meet with approval from any of us. You see, …
With my roof and table repaired, life as planned could resume. A good thing too, I had finally received word from a contact in the Capital that one of my special orders had come in. I started the day early, the Capital was in the middle of a heat wave and I wanted my business …
The Lady of the Forests glided down the corridor of the hospital. She found it strange, the flat, hard, straight surfaces and unchanging colours that were barely colours. Why would people wish to come here when they were unwell? The soul must be healed for the body to get better and for that, nature is …
This is what happened the night before Mikkel's visit. Gary pulled up outside the square, squat building of the University’s Archaeology Department. “Okay, we’re here, bet your pass doesn’t get us in.” Sarah blew a raspberry at him. “It’ll get us in, and then you’ll see. The stuff we’re documenting from the Andor Barrow Dig …
Jaya hurried along the colonnade. It bordered the training yard and she was in no mood for propositions. Halfway, she paused. The place was quiet. It was never quiet. She slipped into the shadow of a column and looked. There were people there. Still and silent, watching one man. He was worth watching, moving through …
Lady West-Wind was disguised, she liked disguises, although she was wondering if this one had been a poor choice. She was walking the evernight streets of the walled city in the form of a middle-aged woman. Someone people would assume had a child at home, only one, more was too expensive and besides, there was …
Prompt using Story Engine cards: An impostor wants to follow a path leading to a gilded court but they will have to break a personal rule. The setting is a growing swamp with carnivorous plants. Within it is a clearing shaped by mining activity, where a secret society is said to be gathering. Jestin swore …
Delauney reached for the figurine, then froze. Someone was coming. Someone in a hurry. She grabbed the statuette and bundled it into the cloth she’d pulled from her bag. Stuffing it away and hoping she’d done enough to protect it, she slid into the shadows by the fireplace. Just in time, the door to the …
The clock chimed out. The two watchers on the roof leaned forward to watch. “There she is, right on time. You’d think they’d do a bit of forward planning. Scarper at half eleven or so. That way they can get at least most of the way home in a half-dignified fashion.” “Did you spread the …
Ari considered the dress laid out, ready for her to be dressed in. Unfortunately, she was not the empty-headed, obedient little doll her mother wished her to be. She dismissed it with a wave and a grimace and turned to her wardrobe. The maid, a devoted sycophant of her mother protested. Ari froze her with …
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