Milo Janket, or Milo the Lantern as he was called in Marsh Wool, stood before the throne, trying not to soil his breeches.
Category: fantasy excerpt
This Textured Darkness, #29
Milo Janken, or Milo the Lantern as he was called in Marsh Wool, stood before the throne, trying not to soil his breeches.
This Textured Darkness,#25
“My source tells me the bark is odd. Flesh colored with specks of red. The shoots spring up, only to die.”
This Textured Darkness, # 24
“What if the child is already dead?”
“He is alive. Else why would Jah demand that he be rescued?”
This Textured Darkness, #23
“Here is the message you must take. Read it before it is waxed.”
This Textured Darkness, #22
“You will be fine as long as you remember to stay out of the taverns and pleasure houses.”
This Textured Darkness, #20
He knew nothing about her, save that she was young and clothed in what appeared to be an old-fashioned night rail.
This Textured Darkness, #19
The Seer had caught him coming from Nadia’s tent before he’d relieved himself.
This Textured Darkness,#18
“Wolves from the Nevers,” the boy broke his silence. “Father told me to run.”
This Textured Darkness, #17
The scepter was held by a dying man.
