Someone keep the streets empty for me. I’ll walk them with my bare feet and feel the cracks with the curling tips of my toes, scuffing my na...

“Dearest, speak to us, dearest.” “Yes, speak to us. The lies will fester and their humours will ferment” “Speak to us.” “Speak, dear...

Dmitar had been dreaming again. Out his window he could still see the Palace Gigantic in the moonlight, outlined as a starless darkness agai...

Ahoy you gorbellied, bat-fowling strumpets! I found a collection of Shakespearean insults today and thought " What a marvellous d100 ta...

And so a first draft is arrived at and much wisdom is gained. The major crimes as I now see them in Sons of the Bear God: The writing ...

Hormud heard a gabble of voices, the whisper as his words were translated, and Ostromo’s pleading before the bear throne. He ignored it al...

They dragged Hormud though a hall draped in the same patterned cloth of the city, and came to a courtyard that was cool beneath the high r...

The moon was pale and the stars were gone. He had slept and it was almost dawn. At last the shuffle of tired feet sounded more closely in ...