I suppose it started with the bells. Obviously in the case of the bells you could blame it on the tower captain, because when it comes to bells, it’s always their fault. But let us be honest here, Maljie is fond of bells. Admittedly this is a hitherto unexpected weakness that nobody has found a … More Waste not, want not
Every so often somebody will make a comment and you’ll let it pass over your head. And then, half an hour later, as you cross a busy street, the full impact of the comment strikes you and you’re nearly run down by a brewer’s dray as you forget to concentrate on what is happening around … More The Orchidaceous Maljie
The city of Port Naain may at times present a visage formed of endless grim, smoke encrusted, streets but this is a façade. A ‘front’ presented to the sea so that visitors are not tempted to stop for long. The Partannese go home and tell their families, dupes, and co-conspirators what a dour and dreadful … More The risks of Hedging
Staffan Valeed was one of those young men you knew would always go far. Opinions varied. Some claimed that as he wandered about with his nose in a book he would end up being mugged by the crimp and sold for a sailor. Others commented that his habit of being naturally charming to young ladies … More Miles and Miles of Damn All.
I suppose one can become jaded, but frankly I find watching people ensures that I am never bored. Irritated perhaps. But still, never bored.I was sitting watching the sun rise over Exegesis Square. This is something I find myself doing more than I would like but you know what it’s like. A patron summons you … More The Human Condition
Tallis Steelyard 