As daylight slowly softened from the pale platinum into the bronze that streamed through the elm trees, he'd ridden off the main tract and down a narrow path into the woods. There, by the river, he'd built a small towerling of branches in a fire pit, dusted the drake blanket off and put his...
“Walter?”
She took some care not to startle him, voice soft, approach measured by distinct clicks of her heels, the noise with which her gem-blue skirt swayed against the floor.
His nose was warm. The space behind his eyelids was lit up in an amber-red. He must have slept late, Walter deduced...
Swift current pushed against red wooded hull, as practiced hands worked steady rhythms with wide paddled oars held firm in grip. Arms pumped smooth. Sure. In tandem as sharp eyes shaded beneath wide blue brim looked beyond the shimmer of cloud-muted sunlight come off ripple and break along the...
OIKEUS VAPAUS VASTUU
JUSTICE, LIBERTY, RESPONSIBILITY
rebellion in the Altalusian countryside
PREAMBLE
In the countryside, the marshes and the fields in the outskirts of Altalusia, temperance relents. The lords skirmish, caught in a deadlock over shifting borders, unable to negotiate...
The beam of moonlight coming in through the four-paned window was of the deepest blue, lending everything it touched a radiant, electric halo. Staring at the ceiling in the night, he could almost pretend he was underwater — somewhere deep and far away, the particles of dust swimming like...
Born to a mercenary father and a deceased mother, Solon saw much of the world at a young age. Seren Raye was a renowned duelist and sellsword, known in many ports for his keen skill with all manner of blades. Solon got to see much of the world at his father's side and always took note of the way...
Down the street at a brisk step went a man. He had to thank the cold weather for how appropriate it made a hitched up pace, for he would’ve rather died than been caught in public actually hurrying.
But he was hurrying, undoubtedly. Had the high collar of his overcoat and the wrap about the...
The Flightless
The House of Cartegena is older than many but newer than some. For generations they served as simple lords of the march, fighting tool and nail for every scrap of Altalusian honor. Be it through luck or merit their status rose from the petty to the undeniable. Those who scoffed...
Maeve to her friends.
Mae to her lovers.
And Viper to those that cross her.
Maevyth, a Devahni, was kidnapped as a child and sold into a life of servitude in a notorious brothel within the Arshakan Empire that catered to the "exotic." The only clue she has of her past is a brooch of bone...
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