“That’s pretty far out of my way and it will cost more coin than trade.” Wolf sighed. “How much more?” The old trader smiled. “Fifty silver Shards.” “Fifty?! Are you mad?” He smiled wider, his rotten teeth showing. Wolf felt his stomach turn. “A man goes that far north has problems,” the old trader replied. …
For many of us 2018 has been a long year. We have had our struggles, our triumphs our challenges and our pains. Some of us have suffered the loss of a loved one, others struggled with their own private demons. For each of us there has been a lot to reflect on and none can …
With the holidays keeping us so busy and since I work in retail, I’m going to hold off on the post for this week for the story. I want to focus on family for this week and enjoy the time I get to spend with them. I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas …
Arald was getting twitchy, he always hated having to wait. He kept reaching for the dagger sheath on his belt. Bodvar took another look at the village. Occasionally they were given a curious glance, but no one seemed to care enough to approach. If traders come this far north, no doubt they are used to …
The warmth of the room was relaxing, better than the stove and fireplace upstairs. The heat was spread more evenly, taking up the whole room. Eadra soaked it in, keeping the shears steady as she took small clippings from the tea plants. The ‘Greenery’ as she called it, like the rest of the house, was …
Wolf stepped into the lodge, the grand hall was just as he remembered. The hearth across the room was larger than life with great logs that Shuet had no doubt hauled in from around back. He looked at the banners hanging from the rafters and smiled. Two arrows intertwined with a longsword. It was their …
The fire raged in the hearth heating the hall. Viktor scanned the chamber, vaguely listening to Gunnar drone on about mostly trivial matters. Bodvar should have sent word by now. There was too much at stake. In a month all the clans would be gathering. Bodvar was to visit the plantations and make sure things …
The screams of the dying echoed around her as soot, smoke, and ash permeated the air. It was stifling, choking her every breath, and brought tears to her eyes. Her armor was coated in blood, her face splattered in it like jester’s makeup. Some of the it had dried in her hair matting it; soaked …
Hey everyone, welcome to my first post on Wix, I’m going to be adding posts from my old blog to this so stay tuned! I posted this on my old site about a month ago. I know I’ve been fairly quiet. It’s been almost two weeks since I posted anything. Apologies for those of you who …
I’m not one for politics. If I were to be honest I think the moment you discuss it on any format publicly, it can be paramount to social suicide. It also depends on which audience grabs hold of what you have to say. I think sometimes though, it ends up being a topic you can’t …
There are times when you think you’ve dealt with your past or an issue that has plagued you for a long time. Then, in a moment it strikes. That thing that you thought was no longer holding you back hits you and it hits hard. It leaves you crippled, hurting to the point of tears …
It’s been an eye-opening week or rather I should say a humbling one. It’s really difficult to manage a full-time job and devote yourself to writing. It’s even easier to suffer from burnout. I know I’ve talked about having balance, managing your time to where you can accomplish what you need. Learning what to sacrifice …
