Western Watch — Chapter 28
By popular demand (Hi Mom!), Chapter 28. Ostinik watches the trio of fools scatter to the stone yurt like terrified mice. The riders flying up the road hold no fear for him, though he twists his lips in a sour Read More …
Category: Heroines
Western Watch — Chapter 27
The surrounding nobles are silent, fidgeting, fingering weapons, and exchanging glances. The commoners say nothing. Only Kasspar’s snuffles break the silence. He holds his chin up, his red-rimmed eyes downcast off the end of the crossbow. Merreth wants so Read More …
Three Heroines You Should be Watching
Binging. You’ve done it, I’ve done it. Most of the people we know have done it. You find a series on Netflix or wherever that speaks to you and you blow through multiple episodes and pizza, oblivious to everything else. Read More …
Western Watch — Part 24
Chaos swirls around Agaric and his warriors as they bring their mounts under control. The frightened horses scream, buck, and try to flee, only to be brought up short by jerked reins. Smoke and an acrid burning stench fill Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 23
“Fire!” Bhenny ducks as a collection of flaming branches spins through the window and hits the floor, throwing up sparks. He tries to stomp it out, sending flecks of glowing wood skittering across the room. Narrius kicks a small Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 22
Agaric wrenches the sword from the dirt-scratcher’s throat and the man spasms one last time. Pain-filled gurgles, and the slick crunch of steel hacking through bone fills his ears as his warriors dispatch the last of the armoured men Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 21
“Well, get yer ass up on the roof if you’re so damned set on getting it shot off.” Droellen resumes shoving a ramrod down the matchlock barrel, grunting as he pushes the wadding home, muscles rippling across his bare shoulders. Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 20
Hurry, damn, it. They’re coming. In seconds a thousand clan hooves will be pounding up to Little Westhold! Merreth looks up sharply and peers along the road. No clan. Of course, if they were on the road there’d be Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 19
Merreth’s mount stamps its foot and snorts. She leans forward and rubs its neck. A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek, drips onto the saddle horn, and vanishes. It’s is well past mid-afternoon and the air is stone still Read More …
Western Watch — Chapter 18
Gytega sits back in his saddle, bow in one hand, water skin in the other. He raises his chin, closes his eyes against the merciless sun, and takes a small sip. Not enough to replace what he’s sweated off, but Read More …
