Maljie was obviously not pleased. In fact I would go so far as to assert she was beyond furious. She wore the expression one would expect to find on the face of a tyrant who was about to shout to their myrmidons. “Slay them all, I’ll kill the first man to show mercy with my … More Just Keep Blowing Bubbles.
It started, as all really good stories do, with a scream. Now this is where the temple warden suffers for his or her role. They are forced by fate and the need to present an unflinching face to the world to take the initiative. So where a lesser mortal can say, conversationally, to a neighbour, … More Just trying to put one foot in front of the other.
As usual it was Maljie’s fault. Or perhaps, just perhaps, it was the fault of her sister, Margarita? Strangely I never thought of that until this moment. I instinctively lay the blame at Maljie’s door, but perhaps the driving force behind these things is Margarita, the quiet and artistic one? Well when I stop and … More Sit Down and Write a Letter
Were the good old days any better? Was there once a time where the young treated their elders with respect and bowed without rancour or bickering to their better judgement? Certainly not in my life time, and in all candour, certainly not when I was young. Still, remembering what my elders said back then, this … More Appropriately rectified
Obviously if I talk about mingling with the criminal classes, you, gentle reader, will merely assume I have added sinecurists, usurers and jurists to my list of patrons. But in this case I mean I have been mingling with genuine criminals.To be fair, to be a criminal in Port Naain is not perhaps as degraded … More Meeting with the criminal classes
Tallis Steelyard 