Shattered Lands

Drummond went over the side as the boat came near the shore, splashing into water that reached his thighs. Behind him twelve men followed in turn. The ship they’d sailed here in, flying Lynesian colors at the moment, was off shore waiting… [See More on Patreon]

“My lord, a master Kaffel of the Wernan trade delegation is at the gate asking to see you,” his valet said after Agravaine allowed him admittance. That gave the First Minister pause. The delegation had been in the city for the past six days and he’d met with them twice, hammering out a trade agreement […]

He’d had enough. For more than a month he’d been chewing on what to do about his father and that maw-taken artifact. He didn’t know why he was letting it get to him as it was, since he’d known since last winter that his father had pulled something… [See More on Patreon]

Edmund hated waiting, especially when it was someone who served him. Colm had never been the most obedient of men, but that had been getting worse since they came… [See More on Patreon]

Edmund was in a foul mood when Orlan came in with a sheaf of thin dispatch slips. The damned merchant running this province was continuing to squeeze him and already there were some eyes looking to the island he’d set up from his privateers’ cargo. He’d known… [See More on Patreon]