Find previous chapters here. At long last, here it is, my dear folks: The final chapter of The Kangraffs’ Curse. Thank you for sticking with it till the end, and a special thank you to all you who commented on or “liked” chapters. You were my motivation in the dark times when I hated this story …
Previous chapters are here. Happy Halloween! Their walk through Clachan, led by the sage’s old dog loping along, showed a country nothing like all the descriptions Steven had ever copied about it. Every book on foreign policy or nearby cultures spoke of Clachan’s beautiful vibrancy and fruitfulness. Now, in person, it was the opposite. Trees …
Here it is! Sorry for the prolonged wait. Find previous chapters here. All his life, he had sought a quiet, peaceful life. The other magical people he knew had risen to prominence in their kingdoms, usually with deadly results for themselves, but not he, not Trevor. He had lived under a theory that he could …
Find previous chapters here. “How are you feeling?” he asked Annette. The question could be interpreted as concerned, but truly Bill only wanted to know how long it would be until they could get to work defeating the sorcerer. The sadness in her brown eyes told him she understood his meaning, though. She used …
Find previous chapters here. “It isn’t working, Maxwell!” Louise greeted her husband in the dining hall. She swept past the too-thin servants and the great roast turkey cooling on a garnished silver platter to join the king at the head of the table. “The bounty hunters aren’t finding him.” Max shoved a turkey leg into his mouth …
Find previous chapters here. She was floating in nothingness, a grey, heavy nothingness that hurt and made it hard to breathe. Sometimes there was a buzzing noise, deep weaving together with high. She thought the buzzing meant something, but it was too hard to concentrate. So much easier to bask in the colorless emptiness and …
Find previous chapters here. With sharp eyes, Steven took in the cottage. Against one wall hung countless bunches of herbs and pewter pots of varying sizes. Facing that wall was a shoulder-high bookshelf laden with ancient tomes that filled the shelves and piled on top of each other nearly up to the ceiling. Words such …
Find previous chapters here. Their footsteps were loud in the quiet, dead forest, snapping twigs underfoot like thunder to Bill’s ears. “We need to change tactics,” the peasant Steven declared. “Why?” he grunted, pulling himself up over a rotting log blocking their path. “We’re trying to follow the path we think we would have taken. …
Find previous chapters here. “It’s all your fault,” Louise Kangraff’s repellent tones grated on his ears. “No, it’s yours. If we’d followed my plans, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Maxwell’s slimy voice whined back. He sighed deeply and rubbed his bald temple. This is why he never had had children. Their incessant whining had …
Find previous chapters here. It was dim and damp inside the tavern nestled in a rocky nook near the edge of Poldar, too cool for comfort on the outside of the room and too warm near the fire. Decades of filth coated everything in a veneer of gray-brown and left the air vaguely odorous. Harried …