A Baker’s Pinch

Thomas had lived in Farlow all his life. As he looked out now into the wet morning, he felt little affection for the place. Perhaps I have stayed too long.  He turned to Merril the hawker, here to collect the rye and black breads for her daily rounds. ‘No tourte today,’ she said, gathering his …

The Blooding of Elias Reymes

‘Damnit Reymes! By all the gods, I should have you thrashed for this.’ The sergeant’s face was near purple as it pushed close to Elias’s. ‘You think yourself some exception? You think skill puts you beyond orders?’ Elias kept his mouth shut. Just keep it shut. Let the old man bawl. Yet he was finding …

Undenied

Orlaith Ciardha stood firm, though the ground beneath her shifted and squirmed as if alive. The words of Cernunnos still rang in her ears and emboldened her when all else had fallen away. You cannot fail, whatever the outcome, for it is Wyrd’s path for you. The song of the spirits no longer accompanied her. …

Profile: The Vermafta Sect

‘We are the Instruments of Gods. Divine light cast against the damnation in the dark.’ The Vermafta Sect is a religious order overseen by the Inner Council from its headquarters in Drusolm, southern Hamaln. Its head, Prelate Christalfus Seppel, is as sharp as the five-pointed star they have taken to symbolise each of the true …