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!
I realise that it might not be a fashionable view. Indeed I know some people who would disagree vehemently with me on this. They will boast of their wide circle of acquaintance, and the fact that should they want a decision making in their favour in high places, they merely have to drop a hint … More It’s not who you know, it’s what you know.
I discovered the Bridge Tower on one of my perambulations around Partann. Some people say it isn’t in Partann, in that it’s on the right bank of the Dharant, some way south of Fluance but north of the road from Avitas over the mountains to the East. Still, whilst geographers, cartographers and the inhabitants of … More Water under the bridge
There are many things about Port Naain which are not obvious to the outsider and which we perhaps don’t talk about. It wasn’t until a stranger to the city asked me about the large iron-hulled steamers that tie up at the deep water berths that it even occurred to me to mention them. It’s because … More Thoroughly married
On occasion I ask myself whether Aea in her Aspect as the Personification of Justice has a rather dark sense of humour. Certainly there are times when I suspect I have heard her chuckle quietly as she deals with one situation and then turns to the next. Thus it was in the case of Madam … More The dark machinations of Flontwell Direfountain.
Shena and I hadn’t finished breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and to my surprise I was greeted by a very junior footman wearing the livery of Mistress Bellin Hanchkillian. He bowed slightly and asked, “Mistress wished me to enquire if you know the story of the automated caricordia … More The automated caricordia of Darset Dweel.