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Out on the pier, a chill borne of water and wind cut across my cheeks. The Gloriad, a two-mast wooden ship, was berthed at the end of the pier. Captain Mintin, his long wool coat buffeting in the breeze, stood at the top of the ramp, enjoying my predicament. “One o’ my horses tis worth …
The sun hadn’t breached the horizon when the port came alive. The clock tower had just rung five and it would be dark for at least another half hour. I was dressed and ready to go as I had decided against sleep. Sometimes I dream traveled, often not even remembering the next day until something …
Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. Sometimes I can be a bit much for people. Arrogance isn’t a look I liked to wear but often find it’s wearing me. I smiled and gestured to the chair by the window. “Let’s just talk.” She glanced out the window, dragged the chair back to the desk …
I took a few steps back toward the table. “Johanesi, you can’t attempt any retribution, directly or indirectly, against Steffan. Those are the terms you agreed to. If you violate them, your actions will come back to you in equal measure.” I raised my voice for the next part, just in case any of his …
“A what?” The man asked. “A bintinn. While all mediations end when the parties agree on the terms, I’ve found not everyone lives up to their end of the bargain. A bintinn is just a little insurance that you both behave after we’ve concluded here.” “But what is it?” This fisherman isn’t nearly as dumb …
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This will be fun. Though the woman wielded magic, I couldn’t help but cheer for her—silently—as the underdog. The outfit might have been chosen to make her look like a wealthy mark for the locals who knew their particular variety of cards better than anyone. But I could tell by the looks and gestures of …
The room at the Kenuport Inn smelled of fish. Everything in the town smelled like fish. I think I smelled like fish after my bath. Even more reasons to get far, far away from the town. And the chamber. What I’d seen in the fleeting seconds I read its mind was burning a spot into …
Oh, hell. Not dolls. At least it wasn’t one of those innocent looking dolls that are so cute you just have to hug them. Love magic is always strong in those. So strong that you’re still smiling as they tear your throat out. No, this one was an obviously evil doll. That meant there were …
No magical counter measure would work against the pendulums. That left me with minimal options. The path forward was too narrow to try to avoid them, they swung too low to crawl under, and were too close together to run between them. That left two options. I had to physically stop them or prevent the …
