Authors note: Here is my Halloween story for 2014, hope you enjoy. * The self-proclaimed Witch-Hunter General, Matthew Hopkins, rode into the small village of Mistlea expecting to see the church flock greet his arrival with rabid anticipation and old hags already in custody. His reputation since hanging a coven of twenty-three witches at Manningtree for d...
One morning Nika went to hunt for fresh meat like she often did. But by mid-afternoon she hadn't returned. Even though Vincent was worried, he knew that lately she had had to walk farther than usual to find meat. Her constant hunting had already killed much of the small game around their camp. But when dusk arrived and she was not back, he really became wor...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory's life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade's had once been. She wasn't pleased that she'd become the chief's concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the o...
As the moon cycled through the winter season, especially on those days when snowstorms kept the villagers shivering inside their shelters and unable to venture out into the deadly cold, Ivory often returned to her memories of Glade. The shaman's apprentice remembered her not only as a lover, but also as the woman revealed to her by the stories she'd told her...
"Kyrja?" I looked behind me to note with pleasure the spear that my mother always had carried was now whole. When we had found it on our way to the winter village, it had grieved me to find it in two pieces, a gift from the Magistrate and his soldiers, no doubt. I held my hand out, after removing it from my swollen belly, and grasped the spear tightly withi...
All characters in the story are over 18 year adults. *** A late evening I was invited to a feast by a neighbor, my only friend in my maternal ancestral village and I was indicated to freshen up and wear a formal dhoti for the ceremony. I was here in this village after almost two decades due to the demise of my maternal Aunt, beloved. It was brisk walk as...
Copyright© 2010 by Stultus Synopsis: A fantasy/romance novel of young blacksmith who rescues the Duke's daughter from a demonic attack. He breaks off the horn from the creature's head and slays the monster with it, nearly dying himself in the process. Recovering with the aid of a traveling gleaman and Lore-Master, the lad finds himself at the center of a ne...
Many thanks to Lady Christabel for her editorial help Romantics argue that the modern custom of marriage arose from the emotion of love; and that throughout the millions of years of our evolution, humans have always gravitated to exclusive pair bonding. Realists, on the other hand, argue that while love is nice, for millions of years marriage has always bee...
The multi-faceted land of Perversia contains many strange rituals and beliefs throughout its sprawling continent, but perhaps none are so strange as the marriage ceremony of the village of Tarr. For within the stone walls that protected the inhabitants of Tarr from raids by the beastmen, the ceremony of marriage was one which involved the worship and involve...
Practice: I Alnia and I lay on the grass on our sides facing each other, holding and caressing each other for a short while after making love, whilst regaining our breath. Soon, however, I knew I had to be getting back to the village for my daily afternoon practice and lesson. Eventually, after giving Alnia a good kiss and a quick fondle of her left breast...