Tag Archives: Armour

The Killing Place: Postscript

The other week I posted the concluding part of my novella ‘The Killing Place’. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s a story that was a long time in coming, an idea I’ve … Continue reading

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The Killing Place: Part 7 – Wielding

Something was wrong: he could feel it. She sensed it too. At the last second she stopped, turned her head. He turned with her, caught sight of Thaylan an instant before he gave the signal. Then they were surrounded. Archers … Continue reading

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The Killing Place: Part 6 – A Trap is Set…

The Nauticans believed that all things came from the sea, and must needs return there. Thaylan believed something similar, though he did not worship the tides, or the God Beneath the Waves, or whoever it was the western islanders felt … Continue reading

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The Killing Place: Part 5 – Evling

He’d suffered so many wounds in the past that he’d begun to believe pain held no more surprises for him. He’d been wrong. The further they went, the worse it got. He’d seen men with broken backs, shattered spines, heard … Continue reading

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The Killing Place: Part 2 – The Fleshdealer

When he was ten years old Thaylan had killed his first man. His name hadn’t been Thaylan then, it had been Lerce, and his older brother was Ruch. He’d stabbed him in the neck with a rusted spike he’d been … Continue reading

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The Killing Place: Part 1 – Sternsword

Merrick stood and watched the storm gather in the west: it reminded him of the past, of raging battles. He’d fought at the Honurian Fields, and beneath the walls of Karah Deep, and even in the ruins of Calador, surrounded … Continue reading

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