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...
There was no end to the corners. Turn after turn just led to more turns after turns. Holsley simply could not understand how they had managed to get this lost. Surely, they must be going in circles. Still, it seemed...
Broken branches, flattened grass, heavy hoof prints, and the tracks of wheels left behind in the dry mud. In short, the trail couldn’t have been more obvious if they had been following the path of an irritated rhino. It seemed...
Roland held his breath as his head was forced back beneath the water. The subzero chill frosted his face, blinded his eyes, and made his skin come alive with the sensation of a thousand tiny needles prickling it all over....
The unlikely travelling companions were courting nightfall by the time the wheel had been fixed. Fortunately, Merhim had been spinning yarns about his many ventures through the Longwalk Woods for the past hour or so. If Holsley hadn’t known any...
It took Holsley a few minutes to piece together the jumble of thoughts and questions assailing his mind. Had Roland become a pirate? Apparently. What, exactly, had he done to deserve a death sentence? Stolen something, presumably. What was Holsley...
