Chapter 2 Disapproval part 2
Her twin brother laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. He made fun of her only to be scolded quite reproachfully to a snickering silence, by the…
The Duel
Steel clanged against steel. The long swords met, parted, and met again. It was like a dance, and Eleanor enjoyed watching. She didn’t understand the…
The Battle (pt. 3)
Their troops charge forward and we brace ourselves for the impact. Our job is to hold the shields tight, spears jutting out, while the men behind us slash out…
Bracing for Impact (pt. 2)
Our priest spits at the naked druids dancing in front of the Saxon line. These men have no fear as it is considered the worst omen to kill a holy man. They…
Preparing for Battle (pt. 1)
Streams of sweat burn my eyes, but I dare not raise my sleeve to wipe them. Our shield wall is tightly formed and any break might force the Saxons to charge…
The Gauntlet
There is a restlessness inside each one of us. A spirit of adventure, which leads us into the unknown. A feeling that does not let us stand still and that is…
Last Name
The soldier brandished his sword in gauntlet-spiked hands. “I am Radrock of Kellyster! Mine is the name that will echo in your dying ears!” From atop the…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 6
The man’s brows furrowed, and if it weren’t for the half face mask he was wearing, he would have been seen grimacing. Snow…that was a sign of cleansed fates…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt.5
The crowd roared their approval, all edged on by the adrenaline of seeing a beheading take place. Usually not much happened in the quiet streets of Redwolfe…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 4
Despite the man’s blabber, Aaron started in a low voice, gathering the crowds attention and nodding for two of his men to grab Sadon and hold him by his arms…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt.3
Sadon Rosse; a lanky fellow with a messy tangle of flaxen hair, often dirtied and oily from lack of grooming and his line of work in the stables stood there…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE
Prologue A thick blanket of dried maple leaves swept over the diligent town, and claimed it the season of fall in the land of Eastone. The earth was dry, and…
Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 2
“Silence,” The man standing in front of him narrowed his eyes into burnt shades of coal, and his voice was ever authoritative. “You try to soften me with that…
Seeds
Johann dug at the hard-packed soil with the dull edge of his hoe. Sweat, beading on his forehead, dribbled down into his eye. As he dabbed his face with his…
Rider in the Sand
The troops were moving slowly now, baking in the hot desert sun at midday. Everything and everyone was covered in a heavy layer of sweat and sand grit. The…
Guilty
Shugo’s laugh echoed across the garden, and I sat brazenly on his chest, my robes rucked up to my knees. I was still waving my prize triumphantly as several…
Swift Feet
We burst into the gardens in a hasty tumble of giggles and brocade; I’d long since forgotten about behaving decorously, once more the young girl who beat all…
The Negotiations Didn't Work
Nadia de Barbec tried to hide her disgust as the servant girl led her into the mouldering banquet hall. The smell of rotten thatching almost made her retch…
Stealth
I picked my way cautiously along the hallways behind Shugo, trying not to jump at every sound the palace made as we crept past. If someone saw us, it wouldn’t…
Fireflies
Shugo’s quiet contemplation of the night sky suddenly shifted to a wicked grin. “Let’s go catch fireflies,” he decided. I forgot to behave properly and sat…