By Doug Lefler Bryn was gone for more than a week. “King Edryd wants me to perform for him?” the young man asked the emissary. They were standing to the side of the raised platform that served as a stage. The crowds were dispersing, but the clapping and shouting from the audience still reverberated in
By Doug Lefler Bryn Oakkart was listening to the music of the stream at the center of Whispering Hollow when he saw her for the first time. Her eyes were so attentive and her smile so mysterious that he forgave her for not being human. At the age of sixteen, Bryn had fallen in love.
by Doug Lefler “They’re bringing Frank Frazetta around for a tour!” my co-worker informed me. I was at the drawing board in my cramped office. Indirect light filtered through my window that faced the courtyard of our building. “But we’re not supposed to ask for his autograph.” “Excuse me?” I asked. “The boss
The Mysterious Passengers “Inform your Mistress that this will not stand.” The surf was teasing the launch’s stern while three Krimsian Guards waited in the sand near the vessel’s bow. The sky and the beach were white, with sea birds attracted by the novelty of humans on their shores. “You have been paid in
1 “Overboard” “I probably deserve this,” Durn thought when the guards threw him from the forecastle of the Xebec. He felt a rush of warm evening air before the cruel ocean swallowed him. When he broke the surface of the water seconds later, Durn saw his former ship plowing relentlessly toward the horizon. The lanterns