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Chapter One
The door creaked open very slowly. Spiders’ webs crisscrossed the gap; like seaweed clinging to a dead ship. The room was filling with an opaque light which made it difficult to distinguish feature or form, and as the distance between wall and door extended to two feet, Rozelle edged forward. He felt like a sleepwalker as he pressed his hand against the door, stretching and breaking the web curtain. He had never thought of himself as a coward but he could feel the tingling ...

The Crystal Companions Saga - Book 1
The Fall of Light

Chapter 4 – Flash Backs and Dreams [3916]

By the following midday, Alesson was desperate to get out of his father’s chambers, which he had come to know as his prison. He had been rudely awoken before breakfast time by Trengar, who had insisted that he help Alesson get up and dressed. Alesson had felt much better, but that had not stopped his father from mothering him constantly and complaining about everything. ...

A Hundred Arrows

“They’ll be here come morning, you lot. Enjoy yer last meal, some o’ ye.” Gerald was tired of hearing the captain berate the men. He shouldered his bow, hands sore from practicing all day, and went to retrieve his spent arrows from the practice dummies. Many of Gerald’s shot’s pierced the dummy’s head, but nearly as many were plunged into the straw pile behind the dummies.

“Heh. I got a ‘undred through my dummy’s head. You put as many in the ...

The veiled skies were motionless, gravid with a darkness not even the full moon could pierce. Autumn had passed into winter, the air was frigid and heavy with the passing storm. Anyone unfortunate enough to be caught out of doors would still recall, years later, the deep and almost preternatural chill permeating this night. A chill which penetrated skin and sinew and buried itself deep inside, like a ravenous leech only fire could burn away.


Kalen however, was not just anyone. ...

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I had held back tears the day my father died.

I remember the way he looked at my three brothers and I. His eyes still bright burning with the obvious question.
'What will you do now?'

It was my eighteenth name day when healer came. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. Nothing could be done but make my da as comfortable as possible. Father had been laid on a pallet by the living room window of our small home. It overlooked ...