As toasts were made, foam flicked off the edges of mugs and fell to the floor to be kicked up again by dancing, swerving shoes. The band in the corner was nearly drowned out by the shouting and singing of the public ( Read more... )

I suppose that would depend on how you define “friend.” I’m certainly not bad at conversation, and I enjoy getting to know people-ordinary people-in most settings ( Read more... )

The Sacrifice of ReasonOutside the air is a hazy grey, halfway between light and dark. The halfway color calls to young Jacob Grimm through the window, but the look his hard-nosed boss is giving reminds him that he needs to finish first ( Read more... )

Even though I was never really into that whole fighting “witches” and killing “monsters” and robbing decent folk of their money…thing…there were a couple things about it that I liked. One of them was that crossbow ( Read more... )

One of my earliest memories of childhood-back when there was still wood for the fire, and money to buy bread and meat and medicine-is being cradled in my mother’s arms by a smouldering fireplace, sniffling at the pain in my leg. I’d fallen while running outside, scraped my knee and hurt my ankle ( Read more... )

The sun was setting now, and the village of Marbaden was still consumed in a joyous party. From within the tavern the laughs got ever more raucous, while outside the musicians played on, the dancers danced, and the sky was turning a hazy pink ( Read more... )