0.2.1 – Storyteller

“All right, minstrel. Go on and tell me.
Eris looked at me, wary, while she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“What is it I’m telling you?”
“How it happened. You and her.” I waved my hand. “Go on.”

0.1.6 – Shoot The Messenger

The Church rider was thin, green eyes, brown-and-silver hair. He didn’t have any armor on him, only a sword and a pouch. That’s where he’d be carrying one of several copies of the writ that advertised our heresy. Any copies that made it to Bridgeport in time would be read aloud and nailed to the […]