Monthly Archives: January 2014

A Tangle of Asars

In the first episode of Feast Fables, Dark Days, Kerrid and Gimmerin are captured by spear-carrying men in the thrall of an Asar. But as they are driven through the forest towards a clearing, Kerrid sees a multitude of Asaric … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 4

Raselstad Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Five It felt strange to sit high in the ‘client’s chair’ by the desk; she usually sat on the divan by the wall. She folded her hands into her lap, a glance at her nails, … Continue reading

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Goldilocks

Goldilocks, Goldilocks, Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet feed the swine. But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And sup upon strawberries, sugar and cream. I must refuse you, Kindly Sir. For … Continue reading

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Feast Fables, Dark Days begins

As Feast Fables Book 2, Dark Days, begins, Kerrid’s quest is to find the pole that connects the Realms. She hopes to find in the Realm of Divinity some clue of how to complete the task the Spinner has given … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 3

Raselstad Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Five Boddy banished the beat from his head so he’d not move his hips; older folk found it annoying. After the ear-drilling he’d had off Uncle Sturan that morning, this time he intended to … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 2

Week Five Raselstad Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin The Hub with its shrines looked all but deserted. But that wasn’t unusual the day after a feast. Still, Boddy called a ‘Hale you’ to whichever the god responsible. He’d no desire to weave his … Continue reading

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Feast Fables Fall Alone Concludes

In the previous episode of Feast Fables, waking after his long winter sleep, Olun pointed an accusing finger at Kerrid. All her guilt and shame, so he said, was there in the last dream he’d given her. But Olun has … Continue reading

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