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 …
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. 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. ______________________________________ Trevor the sage did not often receive visitors to his cottage near the border of Clachan and Poldar. When knocking on his door besieged his peaceful reading, he muttered to his old grey dog, “I wonder who that is?” The dog raised an eyelid, blinked, and fell back asleep. …
Find previous chapters here. ______________________________________ Will fought. He fought the branches of the tree that wrapped around him like vines. He fought with everything he had. And he cursed the foolishness of the girl for dragging him to Clachan and his eminent death. If only he could reach the dagger the king of Ferngold …
Find previous chapters here. ______________________________________________ It was odd, Annette thought, to be dragged into the room of a large, lonely fireplace she’d cleaned hundreds of times and find it now surrounded by more people than she’d seen for years. It was odd that someone would hurt the Telling Tree, and even more odd that …