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Commander Gargalash turned at the sound of his name. Rendoo, the mage, was holding open the entrance flap of the command tent. The mage stepped aside as Gargalash approached, ushering the commander inside. The old man looked weary, no doubt having spent all of last night and the majority of this morning...
Yarga was just reaching for the door when it opened, from the outside. It was the young page from earlier. Feraz, if the Minister remembered correctly. He was the ward of one of the Duchess’ servants. The Duchess preferred to hold court further West, ‘away from the barbarians’, as she put it. If...
“What do you mean they march towards LiYarfah?” Lord Tomaz Cilarfa, Duke of BurJuandar, was more surprised than angry. The news had initially shocked him into sitting down, but a second later he pushed himself away from the table and marched to the mural on the west wall, stopping right in front of...
The door creaked open and a ray of light stabbed into the room. The shadow preceded the page, who squeezed past the barely open doorway and made his way to the Ministers clustered around the only table in the room. Such was the discipline required of all servants in the Duke’s household that even in...
In October 2007, when someone introduced me to NaNoWriMo, I thought it was a cool idea. I also thought it might provide me the impetus to keep at a writing project. That’s why I signed up after a few days thought.The story I started writing was one that had been bouncing around in my head for some time...
