As Eirik opened the door, the smell of fish hit him like a slap to the face. The Wandering Spirit was normally a fishing vessel, and even though her hold was empty on this trip, she would never be quite … Continue reading
The sun rose over Vrimderheimdalskaagerholmegvorrighrimdalholm. Its light, diffused to gray by the fog hanging over the city, spilled into the after cabin of the ship Wandering Spirit and fell upon a man of eighteen or twenty, with a tall, slight … Continue reading
On the far side of the bridge, the stone buildings gave way to wooden ones as Rakel returned to the Riverfronts. The buildings here were old growth compared to the area around Rakel’s house, where a fire too big for … Continue reading
Henrik said nothing more, and his manner made it clear that the meeting was over. Rakel stood and fell in behind the other mages, and lingered by the door as the rest filed out. Henrik raised an eyebrow at her. … Continue reading
Rakel was not surprised to see Knut Knutssen at the table—the abjurer had made quite a name for himself among the city’s magically-inclined denizens in recent years. She was not surprised to see a seat open next to him, either. … Continue reading
Rakel changed into a shirt and trousers as a concession to practicality, and buckled on a sword belt and a leather cuirass as a concession to safety. That done, she went through the front of the house and the attached … Continue reading
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
