Cellias rents a small room above the kitchen, which is particularly drafty from the holes on most all of its surfaces, but is even more particularly so in one corner, where the floorboards are especially warped and weathered. But if he presses his ear against the floorboards, in this corner, he can hear the fire roaring below, the furious pounding ( Read more... )

“This is your room. Well then! Have a good night, dear adventurers!”

The tavern girl gave them a big smile and a perky wave. She descended the ladder with a bounce to her step. Even from up here, the raucous sound of energetic discussion, on the verge of the tipping of chairs and throwing of tables, was heard from the dining hall.


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“I submit to you the Weaver. Not as a counteroffer, but as a peace offering, to wipe the slate clean.”

Rhea did not look impressed. “What are these piles of wood and metal to me, King Godfrey?”


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As the knight and princess emerged through the smoke, the entire cell collapsed behind them. Its sturdy and stoic structure, unaffected by the tools of man, fell like children’s blocks to the ground ( Read more... )

“…By the end of winter, the first shipment arrived. They were the best quality we’d ever had.”


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She appeared that night, on the coldest night of winter.

The night Yambe-Akka walked the surface, when the borders between worlds faded; the Day Without Name, before languages to make Names were formed.


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When he began this mission, two years ago, he swore to accept anything the world threw at him, and use any way he discovered usable, to save his only family. All the riches the cloth trade brought him, Godfrey channelled into a singularly determined effort to find her. He dealt steadily with the sleepless nights, the relentless research, the ( Read more... )

It was a narrow mine, with few divisions to the main vein. The air was thick with disuse, smelling of mildew and slugs and those various unpleasant bits of nature that made little boys squeal in delight ( Read more... )

The intrepid traveller, like every noble profession, had its cardinal rules.

This is one of them: do not follow butterflies into a forest at night.


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