Shattered Lands

The wounded had slowed them. William knew it before the first hour passed. Men with slashed arms and cracked ribs couldn’t march at the pace he needed. The surgeons worked as they walked, stitching gashes and binding broken bones in the wagons while the army pressed west across the… [See More on Patreon]

The small council chambers of Kenna Keep still smelled of smoke and blood. Isolde stood at the head of the long oak table, her dress still marked with dark stains from the morning’s violence. It had taken hours to get things under control once the attackers… [See More on Patreon]

Edmund waited as the nobles filled into the room, barely containing his fury at that. Forty men, none of whom would meet his eyes as they took their place in the audience chamber. Forty men who brought excuses instead… [See More on Patreon]

The barons were already in an uproar when William walked into the command tent. Twenty men, the bulk of the barons or nobles who commanded any sizable part of the army, minus Garris and the men who went with him, all stood and looked at him as he walked around to his seat at the […]

William sat just staring at the maps across the rough wooden table, candlelight throwing shadows across the terrain sketched in faded ink. There were three routes out of Blackheath Forest, unless he wanted to retreat, and his father had blocked… [See More on Patreon]

They were stuck. No two ways about it. The boy had led them into this forest with plans on circling around the enemy, and instead, the enemy had bracketed them in, and they’d spent a week just sitting in these trees, eating away their supplies and waiting for the Crown forces to make a try […]