Author: Hob Goodfellowe

Standing outside, in the weak late-morning light, Dapplegrim and Caewen considered the object in hand. Caewen had half-wrapped it inside a rag, so that the face of the old man showed as if he were a beggar bundled against a cold night. Although nothing like the merchant’s charmed protection, the greasy old cloth would at…

They did not need to go far. Their secretive beckoner had his tent pitched nearby. It was large and made of a dark oilcloth that gave off a pungent smell. Out front, trestle tables and crates stood empty and packed up for the evening. Two fat ponies grazed beside a pleasant wooden caravan. Presumably his…

“Hurm,” said Dapplegrim. “If this is some extraordinarily stupid mugging, I should point out that I haven’t eaten breakfast.” He finished this with a jagged, smiling, “yet.” The man started, taken aback for a moment, but recovered quickly. “Here, now,” he said, “his voice round and gravelly. None of that now. Aren’t you two the…

Hi everyone. I’m feeling much better now. Just a cold, but it hit me at a time that wasn’t great. My sister was visiting with one of her daughters from New Zealand, and the university semester had just finished, which meant there was a lot of general catch-up work to get done. So of course,…

Another magician, a man in a red and black robe, and sporting a purple turban, answered her. “The rumours are too many, young princess of the muddy horses. And too much in agreement. The north is massing armies. We are certain of it.” He drew up an angry scowl upon his face. “No doubt your…

For a terrible stretch of a second she stood, and tried to take in the view of the people staring back at her. Someone cleared their throat. Another person coughed. Finally, someone said, a bit petulantly, “Well?” Still, Caewen couldn’t find it in herself to start. She should have planned this out. She should have…

The uphill trackway grew steeper, narrower and more twisting. What had been something of a wide and well-worn path soon devolved into a pinched sheep trail, complete with glistening little bunches of black droppings, like faintly unpleasant berries. Far off, the small white specks of sheep were just barely visible. The animals seemed to be…

It has been a mad few weeks for me. I’m only just coming back up to breathe from a long period of heavy workload. I was hoping to post sometime over the weekend, but it turned out that drips and drabs of work kept coming after me, and so we’re back to a Monday post….