Chapters of the Solfawn novels, serialized as they are written.
Fishbrook left with them. Not the city itself. Fishbrook had too many broken roofs, crowded yards, and arguments about ownership to travel anywhere. But thirty wagons rolled from its northern gate soon after Halen’s Heroes, each loaded with the harvest of the slaughterhouses and bound for villages that had spent the summer raising what autumn […]
Sebastian took his time. Apple had expected a decision before breakfast. Then during breakfast. Then after the first cup Sebastian drank while looking thoughtful enough to suggest he had invented thought. By the second cup, Apple had begun to consider violence. The Scarlet Wizard had given them a table near the back wall, away from […]
Halen did not like it. He had been standing outside the Rag Lantern for nearly a quarter of an hour, broad enough to make the boarding house appear to have grown a second door. The afternoon had cooled around him. The seams in his stone body had not. Orange light showed at his wrists and […]
Myra did not run. Apple distrusted that immediately. People ran when caught. They lied badly. They reached for weapons, doors, windows, gods, or excuses. Myra Block looked at the four people who had followed her across Fishbrook and adjusted the papers in her arms so their edges aligned. “You found the journal,” she said. Wyn […]
Fishbrook was already awake when they left the Scarlet Wizard. The city smelled of wet boards, cooking fat, river mud, and cattle. Especially cattle. The scent came from the northern streets in warm, heavy waves that made Apple wrinkle his nose and consider climbing onto Halen’s shoulder simply to put more distance between himself and […]
Ashglass Camp burned more quietly than Apple expected. He had thought a place like that would scream when fire took it. Instead, after the first hard burst of strange-colored flame, the camp settled into ordinary ruin. No revelation came. No confession. Just fire consuming evidence of work already done. They walked until the basin was […]
The wagons burned behind them. At first the fire had taken reluctantly, licking at the splintered boards as though even flame disliked what had been left there. The wood was old, damp in places from leaked casks and blood, and the black substance clinging to the underside of one broken axle hissed when Halen set […]