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The Sleepers of the Marsh – Part Seven
The band of mercenaries forded forward through the waters of the marsh, following in the wake of the burning footsteps that walked across the surface of it. All around them the mists rolled away,...
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In the Lair of the Bloody Handed – Part Nine
A much larger group accompanied them on the return journey than had left two days earlier. While some of those freed had gone their own ways, seeking out family who had been captured and taken to other...
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Echo of the Ages – Book 1 – Part 3 – Chapter 8
Echo of the Ages Book 1 – The Crown of Fire Part 3 – Scion of the Wyrm Chapter 8 – The Veiled The building to which they made their way was secluded far from the rest within the Old City, off to the...
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The Sleepers of the Marsh – Part Eight
The mists once more began to thicken out across the marsh, rolling onwards in waves. Again the silence began to descend over the region as the gloom of the shrouded sun took hold. Peregrine stood atop...
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November Hiatus
As may have been noticed, I have been a tad quiet so far this month. The reason for that is NaNoWriMo. I have attempted it a number of times previous, with no success, but this year I am determined to...
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Happy New Year
Happy New Year to all. Yes, I am still around. This place isn’t dead yet and will be starting up again soon. After the excitement of NaNo, I plunged into the madness of December and of holidays. I am...
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In the Lair of the Bloody Handed – Part Ten
The gathering in the early light of the following morning was a sombre affair. Traces of mist wove about them, yet to be burned away by the rising sun. Nhaqosa, Abasan, Niati and Lakach carried their...
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The Sleepers of the Marsh – Part Nine
A low rise looked down over the misty marsh, one upon which the fading sun still shone. Atop it squatted Renkheqen. He had set his smoking brazier down beside him while he leant upon his staff with one...
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Kwaza, Slave – Part One
The tribe had all gathered. They were ranged about a great roaring fire that burned in the meeting commons, in the centre of the village, beneath stars at once familiar and yet at the same time...
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Kwaza, Slave – Part Two
Misty white clouds flowed across the hills, a rolling, silent shroud that blanketed the land. Rocky outcrops stuck up here and there, emerging from among the heather that grew thick, while tarns and...
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