Lucien winced as he pulled the fake beard from his face. The spirit gum he used to adhere it to his face always seemed to pull a stray hair when he removed the beard. Next came the dark brown wig, then the rubbery fake nose. He...
An unusually thick fog rolled off the river and onto the docks of Emerald Bay. The fence, Gregori, pulled his cloak tighter around him to ward off the moist, cold air. Gregori was short and reedy, with a nervous energy. First...
The ranking sailor, Krakow, explains the plan, "The six of us will snatch her up and stuff her into this bag. We'll have to work together, and none of us can waver. None of us can let fear or her feminine nature distract us. We'll throw her on...
Torvi shook her head, and the beads and bones woven in her long brown hair rattled slightly. “We are pulling up stakes and moving on right away,” Torvi explained. “But I wanted to come out and give Cardamon a gift before we shipped out.”
"Bullshit!."
"No. I'm dead serious! I saw it with my own eyes."
"Nah... you were drunk... or took a blow to the head. There is no way that happened."
The young deckhand, Martine, was insistent he had seen the...
The dream is always the same…
It begins, without preamble or prelude or explanation, with Torvi in the middle of a blizzard on a windswept, desolate tundra. The winds are the coldest, the most biting, the young Targ warrior has...