“Granddad, where does the snow come from?” Yon was seven and curious in the way that only seven year-olds can be. His grandfather was old enough for his beard to reach his belt and to Yon that meant he was wise. Maybe the wisest. Around them the snow gushed, swarmed and danced around them as … More Snow
Garrick had submitted his name to the lists. He had honed his skills and was prepared for the challenge ahead. He looked over the competition, looking for any sign of weakness or strength. To the left there was a pock-marked and portly man. He was all bluster and no challenge. The young behemoth next to … More Garrick’s Contest
Argo had travelled over frozen terrain and rough mountainside to the beast’s lair. Though his muscles ached they were still stronger than most men half his age. His eyes had lost none of their steel even if they had gained more wrinkles around the edges and watered in the cold air. He stood at the … More Argo and the Dragon
The outdoor market is not a good place to attempt to escape from city guards. For one thing it is very crowded, or at least crowded enough to make make speedily wriggling past others difficult. Also, despite the flimsiness of same of the tables the outdoor market hosts a large amount of valuable merchandise. Topple … More Demetrius Tate in the Marketplace
Deadly Troubadour 