Monthly Archives: March 2014

The Librarian

An unusual short story. Distraught, that’s what she was. Distraught at the very sight of this, these wicked piles of utter disorder. What had happened to cause it, this chaos? But whatever it was, it wasn’t her business to worry … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 12

Citadel Lecheni Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Ten Eshe held back in the Woolpack until the morning watch had opened the gates. Then she and Kilda ventured out. They stopped at Rams House Corner to have a good jaw. “Women!” she … Continue reading

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It All Began

The Editor “It all began when Jan met Ned.” No. Wrong. Wrong? Everything of Jan’s life had led to that moment. Ditto for Ned. Fine. “It all began when Jan was born, three years to the day after Ned.” No. … Continue reading

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Feast Fables Act II

In the last episode of Act I Kerrid asked the Spinner for direction, As Act II opens we find her, several years later, hundreds of miles west of Gushan, about to meet a most peculiar character. We Talk Of What, … Continue reading

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Roots of Rooker 11

Citadel Lecheni Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Ten “Will that be the travellers’ hall . . . or a single?” asked the man with the keys. Eshe answered without hesitation. “A single room please.” A woman with bright orange hair appeared … Continue reading

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Mountains, Myths and Men

A Rookeri Supplement The Ridge, Luban’s Hemming From Raselstad to Citadel Lecheni, Luban to Rothi, Eshe’s journey, west to east. But our journey takes us in the opposite direction, from the first risings of the Ridge in the east to … Continue reading

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Roots of Rookeri 10

Citadel Lecheni Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Ten Eshe had yet to say to herself they were dead. To admit their death was to admit it also could have been her. Murdered. Slaughtered. In the act of waking. No chance to … Continue reading

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