Author: Hob Goodfellowe

Cag-Mag let them both go, sighed, and murmured, “Fox catches pike.” “Sorry? What?” said Caewen. “Figure of speech. Like, bitten off more than one can chew.” “Oh,” said Caewen. “I see. A fox would have trouble with a pike. But do you mean you, or her?” She indicated the direction of the retreating, angry young…

Apologies for another late post. Work has been getting on top of me, though hopefully things will be clearly up in the near future. -oOo- “How dare you!” shrieked the voice. “How dare you try to deceive me?” Up ahead a small, uncomfortable crowd was half-lingering around, half-skirting what appeared to be three magicians. The…

“But what?” “That would be the crux of the question,” said Samarkarantha with a smile. “Ah look, there is your horse-creature. And the hour is getting on. Although the moot must allow you to speak, if you so desire, you will not much please the Magess Quinnya if you are too late. You should perhaps…

He shook his head, smiling. “I placed you into the roll of names for the maze too, and then afterward, the lists of those who would speak. There was some… how is it put? Ah, some finessing of Quinnya’s scribbled little list was required.” He waved a hand, lazily. “But the magic was not taxing….

Apologies for another late post this week. I came down with a head cold again, which I seem to be mostly recovered from now. Anyway, on with the tale… -oOo- Quinnya, having glanced over at Caewen, had not otherwise moved. She returned her gaze to the patch of cloud-dark sky where the man and birds…

Caewen glanced over at him, unsure what he was reacting to, then realised that from Dapplegrim’s perspective, the chair had presumably just moved on its own accord. Dapple’s skullish face looked genuinely intrigued now. As Quinnya advanced, the pale man darted a hand under his cloak, and a moment later something sharp and bright glinted…

The trail took them in and out of tents that were clumped like spring mushrooms. They wandered this way and that, all around the skirts of the gentler downhill slopes. Of course, this meant they had to dodge several more of the knots of night-worshipers in the last throws of their revels. Caewen stopped and…

Apologies for the delayed post. Nothing serious. Just overwhelmed by things that had to get done yesterday, and ended up having to let the post slide until today. -oOo-   Quinnya eased herself into a kneel beside the body, and then leaned low over Letha, looking at her face. Letha’s eyes were already open, staring…

“Between night and day?” “Them two?” A wave of a hand. “Ah, yes, of course, but they’re always fighting anyway. No, it’s not all about the Goddess-Queens of Brightness and Darkness. There are the multitudes of the third dynasty too. They need to talk and moot just as much, probably more so, because they actually…