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Alastor woke! His senses sharpened and in one smooth movement, he rose—the labrys in his hand. The lamp had died…
About a league down the road, Alastor heard a familiar noise. Braying mules. He ran up to the crest of…
Gathering his wits about him, Alastor climbed down the tree and darted to the dead molly. Catching sight of the…
Alastor continued the journey, steadily leading his mules deeper into the wooded country, further than he had ever ventured. He…
‘You will not get to meet your friend, the ore merchant,’ said Theron. ‘He came by two days ago and…
The howling died and the wolf attack did not materialize. The mules relaxed, and even Iola, the homing pigeon, tucked…
- Alastor took the hill road which went around the town of Attica. The byway was a narrow path, one…
'Avoid Attica, my friend,' said Neleos. 'Your wild talk makes you a heretic in their eyes. Heed the words of…
When I conducted a seminar on fiction writing, not surprisingly, the question of self-publishing popped up. The general slant is…