Hob Goodfellowe

“Tsh, Tsch. Are you well? What’s wrong with you?” “What?” said Caewen. She’d heard a voice, dim and sort of underwatery sounding. She looked about before she remembered the darkness-thing she was carrying in her satchel. Strange that she should forget about Fetch. “Oh. Yes. Fine. Why?” “You stumbled. Tscch. You’ve been stumbling a lot….

The Other Caewen was a long way behind her now. Not forgotten, but safely put away into a mental place where she did not have to think about that particular problem at this particular moment. Caewen was doing everything she could to focus simply on the present moment. Looking at clouds trailing over the sky….

They passed Missus Woadmell, half-cowering in the doorway, and proceeded to the spiral stairwell. Although the sweep of steps was large and broad, the steps themselves were relatively shallow, so that Dapplegrim did have some trouble getting down them. Samakarantha gave him an arch look, but Dapplegrim just rolled his eyes and snorted, persisting with…

“Now,” said Samakarantha, rounding on Ode. “First things first. Who are you, and how is it that you can read ‘old weird dead languages’, as Dapplegrim put it? And where exactly is Caewen?” “Oh, I uh–sorry. I’m not really anyone. Caewen just took pity on me and let me come along with her. I was…

The walk to from city walls to the House of Hissocking Sprent was approximately as uncomfortable as might be expected. Wide eyes and slack mouthed expressions followed them. Faces stared from windows, but vanished the moment they thought anyone was looking at them. The streets and squares of the slums and poor quarters that surrounded…

As a part of getting back into regular posted and writing on Sharp of the Teeth of Pearl I re-read and (lightly) edited the existing material. I’m posting the whole of the (edited, slightly adjusted in places) parts 1-32 in a single block below for ease of reading. SHARP ARE THE TEETH OF PEARL (first/second…