It was as though the god of luck had cursed him. Mickey Hallan thought of Lenith as a miserly kind of god, more gifting of curses than a bit of good fortune here and there. Sad eyed and mopey, Lenith regularly cursed people like Mickey for no apparent reason; special curses that turned sure odds … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 9
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🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 8
The faint light of day was caught within several droplets that hung upon a window of the Woodcut Tavern.Gently they fell to the ground, a patter of lazy rain intermixed with the sweep of an ambling wind. It was a quiet kind of morning, one that shimmered with a faintness of firefly fragile dawn. Slowly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 8
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
It was no weather for travel. Lundra, by its rainy nature, knew little of travelling. It was a gormless thing, a nagging part of the day that people did their best to avoid. Some would ignore travel as it happened to them. Tinctures of rum and lavender to help sleep hold throughout the burden, Boxes, … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
A heavy cloud loomed over the green hills and filled the day with the urgency of rain. Colours receded below the overcast pall and the meadow's lush grass was bent southward with dew. There was a storm developing in the air; a crisp burst Autumn wind pulled lowly across the ground and mischievously stole a … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches
The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
The candles of Dormir were weakly burnt upon that night.Death had emerged from its shadow and now wore darkness as if it were a cloak, it stalked through the canaled streets of the Port and laced its footfall with the sound of dread in each step, a silent language of cold malice, a quiet whisper … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2
Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern
Woodbrush tavern, a welcome respite tucked away somewhere along the scattered trails of the greater Firwood. The tavern, in some legends, is said to be a mythical bed and breakfast that will appear to many lost travellers in their greatest moments of need, these same legend tellers have also been accused of being unnecessarily melodramatic and … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern
Sunday Short Stories 