The Storyteller

Locke couldn't imagine why he was down here. The dungeons, of all places. If it weren't for the fact that he was in love with the servant girl, Caitlin, he wouldn't be humouring her by playing this game. She had hid his sword- the one his father had...

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The Guest

There was a cottage in the hills not too far ahead. With a sense of renewed hope, Fagen Djolmir managed to pick himself up off the muddied ground, his left hand still clutching the wound at his right rib, the blood washed off the metal armor he...

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To Tame A Warrior

Keo shifted uneasily in his seat. It was bad enough that the tropical warmth and humidity were severely irritating to a Northlander like him- it was something he'd had to deal with since he'd left his tribe to began his journey South- but the fact that...

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Collared

When the door to his prison cell opened, Jaren looked up and saw the same officers who'd dealt with him the past seven times since his capture. The same people who had lashed him with a whip coated with silver to get answers out of him. Answers that,...

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