Posted on December 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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“Just hear me out,” Jari was saying. He had to get Vott to understand. Every player had their blind spots. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t be confident. You’ve got the basics down, yes. But you need to be prepared for anything, Wissian.” The two…
Category: Serials, Fantasy, Fiction, Sword and Sorcery Tags: dangerous, gambol, game, games, jari, sarge, vot, williams, wissian
Posted on December 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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Summer: 17 years at the Monastery, six weeks after the assassination attempt Sunar walked down the hall with his friends. Last bell had just sounded, and the Temple was beginning to settle down for the night. This meant, of course, that the Titans had…
Category: Sword and Sorcery, Fantasy, Fiction, Serials Tags: assassin, bell, bells, dragon, fearadhach, mecraudri, monk, ring, sunar
Posted on November 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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The west watchhouse was as silent as it had ever been, at least in the many years Vott had called the place a second home. Of course, silence was all part of the plan. Vott needed to think, without the constant bickering of the…
Category: Fantasy, Fantasy, Fiction, Serials, Sword and Sorcery Tags: baron, council, foxes, gamblin, irc, jari, larks, sergeant, vott, watch, williams, wizard
Posted on November 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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Summer: 17 years at the Monastery, just after the assassination attempt Lenar had insisted on driving the car after their shift. He didn’t mention why, but Sunar knew. They had started to give their report to the next security shift and been waved off…
Posted on October 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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“How about you let me go in first?” Wolf said, his hand on the door of the small, ground floor apartment. “What makes you think I’d let you do that?” Frige replied, a hand on her hip. “Rouda told me what you’re like. If…
Category: Fiction, Fantasy, Serials, Sword and Sorcery Tags: adavance, baron, dangerous, frige, gambling, games, reaper, reckless, rouda, williams, wolf
Posted on October 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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Summer: 17 years at the Monastery. The strong light of a summer’s mid-day sun greeted Sunar as he stepped from the pub. He closed his eyes and turned his face to it for a moment as he walked, reveling in the warmth against his…
Posted on September 2, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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“So you’re married, eh?” Vott asked Jari. The pair were maneuvering through a packed backstreet. Market Street, Marudal’s main thoroughfare for highbrow commerce, was only a few blocks away, but one wouldn’t know it from the look of the narrow road they were currently…
Category: Fiction, Fantasy, Serials, Sword and Sorcery Tags: first, foxes, gambling, guard, jari, move, reaper, stigr, vott, watch, watchman, williams, wissian
Posted on August 3, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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“I’ve got little patience for your games today, Rauda.” Watch Officer Frige Dalgaard held the scrawny fence up by a fistful of his shirt. It was an empty threat, she knew. There was only so much she could do to someone like Rauda, someone…
Category: Fiction, Fantasy, Sword and Sorcery Tags: baron, choosing, coin, dangerous, frige, gambling, games, rauda, sides, williams, wolf
Posted on August 1, 2019 by Crystalwizard
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Winter: 16 years at the Monastery, Second morning after snow ski bet. Feet forward into a modified mule kick, wings back for support. Level flight. Barrel roll in place, GAH! too far. Correct, come out facing the sky. Negative-dive, pearl-on-water, NO! that was three…
Drunk in the Afterlife Michael Ehart There was a shout, and then darkness. There were things to be known. I was cold. Very cold. It was dark, dark in a fuliginous black-beyond-black, there would never again be light in the world kind of dark….
Category: Fantasy, Fiction, Sword and Sorcery Tags: afterlife, byggvir, drunk, ehart, himdall, ingen, loki, michael, tyr, valhalla, ygdrasill
Posted on October 10, 2018 by Crystalwizard
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To Free A Comrade Jack Mulcahy First appeared in Sorcerous Signals under the title, Journey into the Darkness, May-June 2008 Mikhaila was in a hurry. Damn that Kestrel, anyway! She’d told him and told him she wasn’t interested in him the way he was…
Category: Fantasy, Fiction, Sword and Sorcery Tags: army, cadet, col, eurydice, feortan, general, jack, magic, major, mikhaila, moriea, mulcahy, sneg, sorcery, sword
Posted on October 8, 2018 by Crystalwizard
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Ware the Power Jack Mulcahy I was down to my last few crossbow bolts. The Raheshis had slammed into us by surprise, like a blow from a giant fist. Now I fought my way through a gray swarm of pikes, swords, arrows, trying to…
Posted on October 8, 2018 by Crystalwizard
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Healer Jack Mulcahy I first glimpsed the girl as a small bundle wrapped in the sergeant’s cloak. “What do you have for me?” I asked. It was my turn to take the fourth watch, midnight to dawn; a quiet night, until now. Moonlight spilled…
Posted on October 6, 2018 by Crystalwizard
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The Man in the Feathered Cloak Jack Mulcahy Hungry, cold, Suzannah shivered in the alley, watching vendors in the bazaar closing up their carts. Tantalizing aromas of bread and meat, fish and cheese lingered in the frigid air, making the girl’s mouth water. As…
Summer: 14 years at the Monastery, Spring, four months after attempting to fly Water cascaded down the not-quite vertical face of the Babbling Wall. Sunar’s stomach clenched almost painfully as he stood in one of his favorite spots; on the path which led up…
Category: Fantasy, Fiction, Serials, Sword and Sorcery Tags: barrel, dodge, fear, fearadhach, mecraudri, sticks, sunar, wall
Sunar moved slowly through his morning katas, keeping his motions synced with the rest of the children. They stood in the Dawn Court, moving from position to position in unison, setting their tempo by the adept’s walking staff as he tapped out a rhythm…
Posted on April 6, 2017 by Crystalwizard
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Sunar ran a hand down the edge of each wing, and pushed against them with his hands. He felt a tiny bit more resistance, and a little more resilience, than last week. It had been six months, an entire six months, since he’d…
Posted on September 2, 2016 by Crystalwizard
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Master Ikathan knelt in the small gazebo atop the Four Peaks Temple and watched the sun set over the plains. The distant whine of a turbine made its way to his ears and tried to disturb his meditation. He ignored it, continuing to…