This is part 2 of a tale published in 3 parts and is not meant to be a stand-alone story. ~~~~~~~~~ Guthredd Sleeve-heart's tale (or the Circle of Hearts): Part 2 Now we must tell of the childhood of Guthredd. Jofrid took the role of Mother to Guthredd and taught her the secret meaning in things that Guthredd might have a father in all of nature. So Gut...
*********** CHAPTER TWENTY ONE Not quite a full hourglass from time Rowan and his companions set foot from off the ship onto Broadmore, on the docks of the walled City of Penryn, right at the mouth of the Penryn River in the Southern Gulf, they found themselves outside the great walled gates of the city facing three great armies, of which only one was their...
Rains, cold and winter. The impatient penitence of the lashing winds and the pitiless drops of rain slamming against the windows of the world. Standing in the ancient manse, this moment caught and broken apart by the self immolation in cold slashing wind fire, against the windows and the walls and the roof, none of which are capable of supporting us, not now...
1 week later: I prepared my mind for the confrontation that lay ahead of me as I walked along a brick road. Alice worriedly stuck close to me, fidgeting and trying to wring out words to say but they just wouldn't come out. She was rightfully nervous. I was about to do something possibly incredibly risky. Not that the risk would've kept me from doing what I...
From the Chronicles of Saint Aston Twas the Year Seven-Seventeen of our Lord when we lost the great city of Constantine in the East to the army of Maslimas Adalmalus. The treacherous Cain Terbelis broke faith with Leo the Syrian, and let the Saracens have Christendom's greatest jewel for a tawdry bribe of trinkets and baubles. The paynim foe swarmed over th...
The man was known as "Slayer", his Christian name had never been uttered to your knowledge. He was supposedly hell bent on revenge, his family bloodlines having been completely erased with the exception of one, himself. As the killings had continued, growing in number and in their horror word had been sent and he was to arrive this day. Your father, the mayo...
Author's Note: So, I wrote this while sick. Coughing, sore throat, runny nose, the WORKS! So, it's a bit shorter than previous chapters and future chapters. For this, I am sorry. But if you feel any up-swelling of ire for this, know, I am being punished even as you think it with my sickness. Bleh. The Tale of Resh Craig June 4th, 1876 Somewhere on the...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. Here's something different, as a nostalgic ode to my youth playing Dungeons & Dragons, Pendragon and other pen-and-paper role-playing games. I know I am no bard but I tried my hand at an Arthurian idyll. I hope you enjoy it. 1. The errant and the prisoner "Great God! Cadfael, should I die today I would do so knowin...
Sharon and Tracey were two very close friends. They danced to the same music. They liked the same kinds of films. They both bleached their hair and dyed it the same outrageous blonde shades. They even dressed much the same: very tight short skirts; tee-shirts or tank-tops that clung tightly to their chests; and teetering stilettos that threatened to throw th...
IXThe Good SeedGabrielle2039 Farming is a business like any other. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business. Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what...