This tale comes from the latter part of Maljie’s life. I wouldn’t say that it was something that happened in her old age, as by her own admission, she is not yet old. Indeed occasionally she has confessed to ‘not being in the first flush of youth.’ I feel that we must be satisfied with … More A stairway to heaven?
Elene Spindleshaft is probably one of the finest and most poetic romantic novelists I have ever read. She could take two pages to describe the way the sunlight fell upon her heroine’s hair. Her delicate mastery of words could reduce poets to tears. The problem is that whilst she had an assured command of her … More Tallis Steelyard presents a guide for writers. Inculcating a sense of urgency
It is a question that may need to be asked. Should night-soil collectors seek to rise above their station? I only ask because of the sad case of Jaysen. He was a night-soil collector and the son of a long line of night-soil collectors. He owned two horses and a cart and even employed a … More The labourer is worthy of his hire
On the back road which winds, somewhat uncertainly, between Avitas on one side of Partann, and Prae Ducis on the other, lies the village of Oridwick. It is barely a village, more a hamlet, but it’s a pleasant enough place, and the Inn there, the Dreamers of Oridwick, is known for both the quality of … More The water fountain of Ortal Dreen.
When Maljie finally returned to Port Naain after her sojourn in Uttermost Partann, she pondered her ballooning experiences. As a form of travel she was quite taken by it and felt that if she could introduce other people to it, they too would enjoy it. But how? Also she had learned very early on in … More The view from the top
Let us be honest here. I am a man of simple tastes who doesn’t ask for a lot out of life. The occasional glass of a nice wine, the muted applause of my peers recognising the unsurpassed excellence of my work. Then from time to time it is nice to enjoy some of the simpler … More Just a nice cup of coffee and a piece of cake!