Beyond the mountains they called the Toweradges, on the far side of a sluggish grey river, and across plains and hills all draped in everlasting twilight, a man walked in the shadows of a forest. He walked among standing stones that were old when the gods and goddesses last fought their wars upon the Clay-o-the-Green….
Author: Hob Goodfellowe
A Charm for the Nameless Child #20
After a time walking, the ceiling grew in height and the walls expanded subtly and became smoother and more cleanly carven. They passed more of the little tunnels and doors left and right, but had no more trouble on the straight underground road. After perhaps a half hour of walking, they passed a lumpish, heavy-browed…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #19
They barely had a chance to see the thing that came up out of the water before the slammed into them. It was sinuous, covered in pearly black, green and purple scales. For a head, it had something like a the head of a fish, something like a lizard. It thrashed into Dapplegrim, and the…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #18
It took Caewen an hour to recover enough to walk. Even then, she was pale and had difficulty moving forward without frequent rests. The tunnel they followed was mostly carved out of the sleeping rock of the mountains, and the arches and stonework were so close-fitting they needed no mortar. Graven stone sconces decorated the…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #17
They climbed into the saddle and Dapplegrim was away in a rush of air. The walk in the ruins had allowed him some rest, and was able to tear uphill with speed. They passed one thick tangle of bracken and hazel, startling from it a small deer. It was a young fallow hart and it…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #16
By the time the ‘feast’ was done, he really did feel as if he had spent an hour working at a scorching oven, in a room full of steaming, boiling pots. Sweat was beading on his brow and trickling into the rims of his eyes, stinging. But the king and queen seemed satisfied. They leaned…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #15
He looked back the way they had come. Nothing stirred in that direction. With few other choices, he decided to keep walking into the ruined town. Assuming that he was simply separated from the others, he guessed that his best bet was to look for them at the great rock that stood at the heart…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #14
They rode through the morning without any trouble. Now and again, they crested small rises, and were able to see up the valley. Ahead, the narrow rift of the valley opened and filled with sunlight. They could see a place where the stream seemed to erupt out of the side of a wide, flat-topped prominence…
Update: life and bugs
I’ve been unwell lately, which has gotten in the way of my editing and posting. Nothing serious. It was just a flu, but it did knock me out for about a week. If it wasn’t the case that we are situated in a small town, off in a quiet corner of New Zealand, I would…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #13
Although it took the boy a long time to drift off, eventually exhaustion won. He found himself troubled by dreams of dead white hands reaching for him, and pale, puffy lips trying to kiss him on the forehead or the cheeks, like a mother’s kiss or an old aunt’s. The dreams turned into a confused,…