Tag Archives: Fantasy

St. George’s Hospital

David was certain he was going mad. He was not a child anymore, he was 13 years old. Practically an adult by his reckoning. When is mother and father had left him at St. George’s Hospital for the night, he … Continue reading

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The Tale of Ayla, part 3

The old grenz stands just outside the inn and takes a long deep breath from his pipe. The innkeeper has tolerated the thick smoke of his pipe on some nights, but after the cup earlier her patience is at her … Continue reading

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The Axle, Notes on the Ro’pan

[Wow. So this project of mine is quickly consuming all my writing time :p. The Tale of Ayla has its own page now, where it can be read from the begining, so more tales of the Green-hammer soon :). In the meantime, … Continue reading

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The Tale of Ayla, part 2

[Edit: Forgot to mention the reference for Ayla and the Raven is here, and you should totally check out all of bOZRAT‘s stuff:). The artist for Ayla’s sketches is Caitlyn Lee] The old grenz eases himself down into his chair … Continue reading

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The Axle (with notes on the Dunloc)

[Early draft for a worldbuilding project I’m working on. The one paragraph brief of the world, and notes on the first of four cultures that inhabit it. I will probably post the whole thing here when it’s done, but I … Continue reading

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A Hole in the Ground

The hole wasn’t large, perhaps a foot across at the most. Not so big as to be particularly worthy of scrutiny, but big enough to notice and walk around. Someone had gone to the trouble of surrounding the hole with … Continue reading

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The Tale of Ayla, part 1

The old grenz in the corner of the inn stretches his legs out in front of him and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip of his mulled wine, pauses, tilts his head as if listening to the … Continue reading

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