Western Watch — Chapter 26

Tiandraa shifts in her saddle. Stone-faced Red Hand nobles stare hard at Merreth, pausing while reaching for sword or crossbow.  A mount snorts, bends its neck, begins cropping the dried scrub grass along the roadside.  The breeze off the river 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 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 …