Rakel Magnusdottir woke to a hand on her shoulder. She had halfway unsheathed the dagger under her pillow before she heard Kajsa’s voice informing her that it was dawn and that the bath was heated. “Have you gotten a letter … Continue reading
Anja and Hans trailed Mikel by a step or two as the mage led the way higher up the tower. They spoke quietly, though Anja thought Mikel’s apparent deafness a little suspicious. “Is it going well?” she said. “I think … Continue reading
“I haven’t seen you here before. Who are you?” Anja followed the pointed finger up the arm to the face of the speaker, seeing a girl about her own age. There was a great deal of contrast between them: Anja … Continue reading
The speaker for the Septumvirate was, momentarily, speechless. One of his colleagues tapped him on the shoulder, and the Septumvirate conversed in quiet, rapid-fire Elvish. Hans glanced at Mikel and whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “Is it … Continue reading
Anja awoke with a start, a roll of thunder seeming to her to fade from her ears. She took a deep breath, and a moment later she saw the sunlight streaming in through the window. She sat up, inspecting the … Continue reading
The sun rose over Vrimderheimdalskaagerholmegvorrighrimdalholm, burning away the fog which hung over the city as a reminder of the last night’s storm. A storm of another sort was brewing in the halls of the Guild of Aeromancers. The man who … Continue reading
It began on a summer night like many others. Thick dark clouds, pouring rain down upon the city, hid the moons from view. The occasional flash of lightning cast sharp-edged shadows onto the streets, and the rolling bassy crescendo of … Continue reading
