Caewen was a small child, no more than five years. Her heart was beating with fear–almost fluttering, mothlike. Her father was calling to her. The wicked man from the hilltop was walking down his path, coming to the village. Was he was looking for fresh servants, or on some other errand? She darted away, and…
Fair Upon the Tor #82 (updates Mondays, well sort of…)
Sorry for the delayed post this week. It is the first week of the second semester at uni, so things have been quite hectic… -oOo- Caewen shook her head. “Calm down. Nothing. Clearly, the tent can’t harm things that are enduringly magical. Probably, it can only snuff out fleeting spells.” “How do you know that?”…
Fair Upon the Tor #81 (updates Mondays)
As one, the crowd moved forward, blank of expression, their movements marked by the jerkiness of puppetry. Their eyes had a slight grey sheen, and an odd flickering of light and shadow too, as if they were all staring into the sun through a cloud of passing starlings. “Dapple…” said Caewen. “Dapplegrim.” She moved the…
Fair Upon the Tor #80 (updates Mondays)
“Do you know the purpose of the killings then? Why kill so many folks who have connections to serpent, worm and dragonet? That’s the only pattern we’ve been able to discern. And really,” said Caewen, “it seems such a strange thing. What was he hoping to achieve? I can’t unravel the motive at all.” “Who…
Fair Upon the Tor #79 (updates Mondays)
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…
Fair Upon the Tor #78 (updates Mondays)
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…
Fair Upon the Tor #77 (updates Mondays)
“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…
Fair Upon the Tor #76 (updates Mondays, well, at least most Mondays anyway…)
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,…
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Hi everyone. I’m a bit under the weather this week, and might not be able to get a post up. I’ll like to keep a post going up each week, even if it is a bit late, so we’ll see how I’m feeling tomorrow. For now though, I might need to be off to bed…
Fair Upon the Tor #75 (updates Mondays)
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…