Tag Archives: Neve

Regin, Rat and Raesan

An excerpt from Regin-yorl posted May 2013 (‘Neve‘, an Asaric Tale) Again, Raesan’s memories spooled into Neve’s head, again of Eldsland and of Regin-Yorl’s hall. He showed her Gudrum. Startling blue eyes and an ankle-length coat—red-brown leather, similar to the coat she had glimpsed … Continue reading

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Thrigg Brunna

a picture paints a thousand words . . . . . . and maps describe what words cannot. So here, to accompany this week’s episode of ‘Neve’: Arthur’s Sleep . . . here I offer a map. Though some of these … Continue reading

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Rat

The early sun dazzled Neve’s eyes as she stepped through the door. She squinted, blinked and turned away. When she looked again, hand up to shade her eyes, she saw the dancing lights of two crystal-fold Bellinn. They had corralled Raesan’s … Continue reading

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Raesan Romancing

Neve looked up from her thoughts. The roadside signage announced ‘A1 – Southbound’. They were heading home. She switched on the car’s radio. They had driven in silence since she’d asked Raesan to pull over, into a gateway, a good … Continue reading

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A Division of Bellinn

Neve’s hopes flared. There was no mistaking that metallic scrape. Someone was fumbling to fit key to lock, and it wasn’t Alfeida. ‘Wh …?’ Alfeida started and left her mouth hanging. All three grimmen stared at the door. It took … Continue reading

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The Grimmen

There was a smell. Musty. Memories of keeping white mice. Yet where was the food to encourage them in. “It is the smell of human decay.” The voice came from behind her. Neve curled herself tighter, away from the bars. … Continue reading

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Skailton Hall

Skailton Hall. Neve tried to date it – thirteenth maybe fourteenth century – but her eyes skidded off to the church set behind it. Original, unaltered Saxon – or ought that to be Dane. A squat little building, stone-built with … Continue reading

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