Alfhilde huffed. “We will see about that.” Turning to Sif and putting on a smile, she said, “That’s all.” Sif picked up her pace to walk next to Falthejn, while Sif slowed her step until she was walking with Hrothgar. … Continue reading
Falthejn shrugged. “Before we knew the dangers of magic, we had only the Twelve’s warning that its unsanctioned use meant death, and their wrath if we tolerated it. Now that we know the truth, your choices are a great deal … Continue reading
Falthejn raised an eyebrow, and Sif had the uncomfortable feeling that he saw right through her. “Though we grew up in different circumstances,” he remarked, “in many ways, you are very much like a younger me. You know very well … Continue reading
Sif only half-heard Falthejn’s reply. Poisoned? Her mind whirled. Without him, they weren’t safe, and, not to put too fine a point on it, she had no future. The tone of the conversation changed, and she picked up the thread … Continue reading
They ran, crashing through the underbrush, until they reached the road. They turned north. After what seemed to Sif like an eternity, Falthejn slowed to a walk. She gratefully accepted her pack from Hrothgar, and winced at the stitch in … Continue reading
“Where’s the story post, Fishbreath?” I hear you ask. “Haven’t you been talking about being better keeping to your schedule?” Yes, I have, but I was busy last night making some domain name changes. No longer do you need to … Continue reading
Sif spun and screamed as leaves and twigs showered over her. The monsters looked her straight in the eye, and she scrambled backward, slipping and falling. Then, she felt a tugging at her mind, and suddenly, she saw the true … Continue reading
Turns out I’ve been getting the grammar all wrong in the last few posts. Oops. To be fixed.
Thanks for sticking around for the first week of story since December. This should, hopefully, be a good year. This update is mainly to point out that the third episode of the Crossbox Podcast has been released here. Go have … Continue reading
Time slowed to a crawl. For Falthejn, the phrase occupied the middle ground between a figure of speech and the honest truth. It happened sometimes when a situation suddenly took a turn for the complex, some trick of the intersection … Continue reading
