Here is a gallery of prints available to Kickstarter backers who pledged at a high enough level. I’ll be writing to each of you to see which one you would like.
Terminal at Merigvon
Djaren and Ellea Portrait
Blackfeather tent
Djaren crept south through Trimela, keeping to the darkest shadows and stepping carefully heel to toe with his soft leather boots, as he’d been taught, not sacrificing balance for silence. Continue reading
Tam only just fit into the mop closet, as it also housed a rolling bucket and an assortment of brooms and mops, but he folded in among them amenably. “I’ve got a window, at least.” He gestured with his head at the little book-sized square high on the wall behind him. “Be real careful,” he reminded Jon. “If you’re caught, don’t panic. Say you’re on an errand.” Continue reading
“Not to object to your plan,” the Professor spoke, hoarsely, from his spot wrapped in blankets, back in the girls’ hidden cave. They’d docked the ship in a darkened harbor a few points away and left it guarded by the freed sailors and some of Kalani’s girls. Continue reading
I hope to have a new chapter ½ up soon, but right now I have a cat, Mr. Kai, in emergency surgery and overnight observation, and it looks to be touch and go with him for the next 24 hours. I’ve had to make a lot of unfamiliar, expensive and scary decisions today. All that has thrown my schedule off severely. I am having the worst year for cats. For those who have been asking, Nuncie is still missing. As for Mr. Kai, an infection gave way to complications and a blockage that nearly led to kidney failure, and still might. The poor little guy is only three years old, so we did not see this coming. His sister Harana is fine and claws up my legs until I play fetch with her. And that’s the cat health update, sorry. Story update soon, I swear. Also that paperback people have been waiting for.
On his way back to the walls, Djaren couldn’t shake the feeling that Kara might be in trouble. It grew in his mind that she could be stuck somewhere, hurt, and angry at him. Lost in thought, he nearly collided with Sister Marta, who was grumbling along the hall, carrying a little case of bottles. Continue reading
“We should surrender at once, and end this,” Sister Agata fretted.
“That would be suicidal, at this point.” Feinhardt glared at her. “It’s a riot of looters down there, and about to be a war zone when the other factions get here.”
“We will not surrender,” the Prince shouted down. “This is our rightful land, our city, and our island. I will not give it up to any foreign force, not again. Continue reading
“They promised if I told you everything they wouldn’t let the Wreck drag me down to the depths.” The sailor nodded toward the Professor. “Gods know how you heathens summoned it up, or what you sacrificed to do it, but I‘ll do anything if you just keep me safe from its cold clutches.” Continue reading
Here is a gallery of originals available to Kickstarter backers who pledged at a high enough level. I’ll be writing to each of you individually to see which one you would like.
Terminal at Merigvon
Djaren and Ellea Portrait
Blackfeather tent
Jon watched the others climb ropes up onto the ship. He watched Tam particularly, and so he saw at once when Tam lurched and began to slide back down the rope with an exclamation. Jon helped him catch his balance as he landed awkwardly back in the boat with rope-burned hands. Continue reading
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on Chapter Twenty-Seven–Trimela Ablaze
on Chapter Twenty-Six–The Girls’ School, continued on Chapter Twenty-Six–The Girls’ School, continued
on Cats. Oh why.
on Cats. Oh why.
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