By David C. Daoust Khadory followed along as the grey bearded Tharnan led the two oxen, pulling the wood laden cart, into what appeared to be a makeshift shanty town. A town of tents and encamped wagons surrounding a sectioned off work yard, populated by more Baeldhori than Khadory had ever witnessed. Each with the…
We have a store now. It seems to me like announcing that we have a store now is a pretty good reason to take a week off. Maybe I should have come up with some sort of copy to put up, but that sounds like ‘extra-work’. When have I ever been interested in extra-work?? You…
By David C. Daoust Chantilles was not where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be with the other women, huddled around, placing threshing stones. Jagged little rocks meant to be embedded in a curved wood plank, a sledge, used for threshing. They were getting close to the summer harvest; the winter wheat…
By David C. Daoust Khadory awoke early, his mind still on the week before. He struggled to wrap his mind around the fact that Braidon was no longer living with them in the Abbey. He was instead living in the castle. It really wasn’t so far off; raised high, Lyonsette Keep was on the skyline…