People may find it strange that I, as a poet, am about to write about becoming wealthy. After all, I can imagine people sneering and making comments along the lines of, “What would a poet know of honest toil and commercial gain?” This merely shows how short-sighted and ignorant they are. I am a poet! … More A horse, a horse
It was perhaps ten years ago now. I can remember Ansi Cornwallah working on Stonecutter Wharf. He was a nice young fellow, originally from somewhere near Prae Ducis in Partann. He’d lived in Port Naain for about a decade. He’d fitted in well and felt at home here. Indeed he had married a local girl … More Come to grief.
It is my confident assertion that one cannot create great art in squalid conditions. If you want to inspire someone to excel themselves and produce marvels, you have to pamper them. Pour them fine wine, feed them good food, let them sit in comfort and relax. Then you will get works of true genius. If … More The story of the Butcher Lane Dining Rooms.
I remember chatting to old Varsung Baldwig. Given he was, in some way, a mage; I asked why there were so few mages. He was puffing away at that old pipe of his at the time, mainly because it gave him time to gather his thoughts. “Well Tallis my boy it’s like this. You raise … More A Magic all of its own.
It is one of the paltry niceties of modern literary life that somehow irritate me. Have you noticed how long novels can be! They go on for ever, and nothing ever happens. Not only that but if by some oversight the novelist allows themselves the frisson of excitement that comes from allowing something to happen, … More An unreliable epitomator
As I walk the streets of Port Naain, it strikes me how people try and look the part. Setting aside the mercenary horseman cantering by, you have the butcher with his blood spattered apron. You have the professional mourner with his dark clothing and his hair artistically disarranged. Then there is the dunnykin diver over … More Looking the part.
The foolishness of love. Have you noticed how there are some men who seem to be fated to be a sad disappointment to their wives yet if they behaved as their wife seems to demand, then they’d end up divorced in short order? It was the intriguing story of Caster Jessip which reminded me … More Guest Post – The Foolishness of Love, by Jim Webster.
The exhibition of works by the renowned Andeal Willnoton Quillabin was judged by those who know these things to be a success. Andeal sold a number of paintings, was commissioned to produce a number more, and more to the point my unpaid labours in his service produced for me two useful patrons and … More The Locksmith and the Harlot
Michael and I are absolutely delighted to welcome talented author Jim Webster to Robbies Inspiration today. Jim has provided a wonderful story about a delicious fruit cake for the blog and I can tell you that it is a real treat. The surname, Gates, is not an uncommon one in Port Naain; everybody will know … More The Bogat Street Gates
I love these stories from Tallis Steelyard and the amazingly beautiful paintings that always accompany them. This story, , is the second story in this collection of stories about the art exhibition Tallis and his friends create for their friend, the artist Andeal Willnoton Quillabin. Who, in their opinion, was not as well regarded as … More The Gnome