Category: The Pirates Ruby
There were only really two problems with Holsley’s plan, but, granted, they were big problems. The first problem was that he didn’t know how to handle a rowboat — which wasn’t the end of the world. The second problem, and...
Roland noticed the cat first before anything else in the room because you never really expected a cat to grace a throne. The luxurious-looking feline was curled up on the silk pillow and was certainly dressed well enough to be...
The elevator lurched, eliciting a pitiful whine from the young bard. On instinct, he grabbed the railing tighter and continued to avoid looking directly over the edge, but it was impossible. Below him, at a staggering height of a few...
Roland had a knot in his stomach, and it wasn’t from the days spent absent of a good meal. Holly had come back for him. The idea both overjoyed and overwhelmed him in equal measure. Just when he was thinking...
The young bard sighed as he dawdled down the corridor. His mind was racing, and his mind usually didn’t like to race. If anything, it preferred to take a leisurely stroll to its destination. Not much chance of that now,...
Holsley had never wanted to imagine the more macabre afterlives that may be awaiting sinners through death’s door, but if he did, his imaginings wouldn’t be too far removed from Tressa’s dungeons. Just when he thought he’d seen the worst...
An hour passed, and people went, only to be replaced by more people. A never-ending queue of victims with a seemingly endless parade of criminal complaints. Holsley had heard it all and was still shocked when he heard a little...
Getting on top of the crate had been more of a chore than Holsley realised, but it had been necessary in order to find his footing. The young bard looked out at the infamous courtyard of the Old Stone Keep...
The journey hadn’t felt like a couple of days; in truth, it had felt more like a couple of weeks. Still, on no more than the twelfth day of Dunalorn, their cart creaked up the old road that hugged the...
Roland leaned harder on the piece of wood he’d broken off the wall and wedged between the bars. Just under two hours ago, it had been the bed they’d given him to sleep on. Now, it was a crude crowbar...