Painted Truths

I can still remember him there, before the fresco of his glory. The hero who single-handedly took the city and brought freedom to our people. The painting depicting him as the energetic youth of legend, while in flesh he was bent and frail, leaning on his staff. Hidden in the shadows, I stood for...

Paying the Troll

Sir Stafford kept his mount to a slow walk as he approached the bridge over the Kevel River. He lacked two months until his twentieth birthday. His knighthood was so freshly minted the gilt had yet to begin wearing off his spurs. Steeped from birth in chivalric virtues, Sir Stafford had long since...

The Legend of Etana

The Igigi, the gods of creation, created a city and laid its foundation, and called it Kish. But the people were without a king, so the gates were barred against the world. Then Ishtar searched the land for a king, and Inninna searched the land for a king, and Ellil searched the land for a king,...

The Ravenous Flock

Grindor awoke atop a bed within a wooden cabin that swayed back and forth. The smell of salty ocean air filled the room. Heads of beasts and serpents were mounted along the walls like trophies. He was no longer in his merchant linens, but was wearing a clean tunic and trousers. A splint was...