Out on the Rookridge road, the door of an abandoned carriage opens to admit Sparrow, who holds the door open for Will and Dara ( Read more... )

Sparrow was waiting on the steps of the belltower, hands curled in his dog’s fur, when Theresa appeared, adjusting her hood and clasping her hands together in front of her ( Read more... )

”Beyond these broken doors lies the Heroes’ Guild.” Theresa murmured in Sparrow’s mind.

Sparrow was soaking wet, from the swim to get to the tomb. He shook himself off, wandering down the bridge towards the chamber beyond.

”For generations, this academy trained the most supremely gifted sons and daughters of Albion, bound together by the blood ( Read more... )

For days, it seems as if Sparrow is barely inches from death. He sleeps always, never moves, barely breathes. He’s icy to the touch, and nothing will warm him up. His heart barely beats ( Read more... )

”I wish ...”The old woman had said that the music box was magic. The trader had, too, but Sparrow could tell he didn’t believe it. Rose had insisted on finding five gold coins to buy it ( Read more... )

”The first time I killed you, it tore my heart out ...”

The edge of a golden blade, blue robes flapping and blue eyes peering out from rotting skin. A tower in the sea. Blue light turning red.

”... Of course, you were only a child ...”Gunshots. Staccato. Too-bright flowers in a field. A flash of red hair, glowing tatoos, a leather boot. Three ( Read more... )

So, in the Fable II world, people have either Strength (they're strong, which makes them muscular), or Will (they're good with magic, which makes them glowy) or Skill (they're fast and good at shooting things, which makes them tall ... somehow ( Read more... )

So, just for reference - Sparrow is tall, is probably the thing people will notice first. Very tall. Between 6'4" and 6'5", and also quite lanky and lean ( Read more... )