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Caw! Fabrice cried out from Baise's shoulder. Jude made a small disappointed sound and stepped back. "That's it now," Baise encouraged. He stayed at the entrance to the cave until Jude was by his side. He looked to Amaryllis. "I'm worried because every promise made by a faerie is just a...

Jude laughed. He reached up and ran his fingers through the fur around her cheeks. His laugh became a gleeful giggle. "Jude. Step back slowly." The voice came firm and slow from the entrance of the cave. Jude jumped and turned around sharply. "But dad, this isn't a bear!" Jude protested...

"Wot? Into the cave?" Jude turned and looked behind him. "Yeah, but my dad's not far. He'll tell me off when he sees I walked too far." Jude seemed delighted, rather than worried about this fact. He took a step from left to right, admiring the bear as she moved around. "You're so big and...

No. But thank you! The boy's voice cut back across the path she had laid to speak into his mind. "I'm Jude," he then said out loud. He didn't seem at all afraid of the bear. He stepped to his left and then to his right to get a good look at her. Jude looked like a normal boy. He felt...

Three ravens flapped loudly and came to perch on the ruins of an old wall. It might have been the demarcation of an ancient settlement or the wall or a single hall. The landscape had reclaimed so much of the land it was hard to tell. "Caw!" A small boy emerged from the treeline, skipping a...

One eyebrow quirked upwards. "A fan of eagles? curious choice of phrase. Majestic indeed, though I have always preferred to watch a falcon in flight. Lighter, more direct." Baise found himself drawn into a peculiar sort of conversation, but it was far from the strangest of his experiences in...

Baise had left Jude with a trusted party. Not spending much of his time among the few social circles, he didn't have a sense of how this would be playing out. Baise also did not know if he would be here. Such a split between Master and Warlock was very rare, but theirs had been spectacular...

Witchhunter Steelspyre grinned. A number of teeth had been replaced by wood or ivory. There was no gloating in that expression. Just the joy at discovering the source of chaos and disruption so easily. "You want to confess boy. The wicked soul always wants to. Surrender to iron and we will...

"None of my business boy? If you even are a human. That sounded like a confession to me." The Witchhunter glanced over his shoulder, as if hoping for someone to bear witness. They were being watched by a pair of villagers, but from a distances. One black crow looking down at them from the...

"When you are...done..." Witchhunter Steelspyre actually looked shocked. He had stared down goblins and demons and witches. Yet the brazen response from the young man genuinely shocked him. Steelspyre closed his hand around the iron mallet at his belt. He believed in the immutability of iron...

The scraggy, gnarled face immediately snapped towards Lysander. The Witch Hunter lifted his chin and looked down his hawkish nose at him. "You?" The candles across his shoulders flickered in the breeze. "Man who summons beasts, worshipper of devil's and sodomiser of imps! Emerge and call...

"Why do you live here?" Baise asked. He didn't know why, but the question was suddenly important to him. Not the chase do Lysander's quarry, but how this situation had come about. Baise knew better than to judge a book by its cover. He found Lysander fascinating and wanted to know his...

There were times when a spell required the most complex weave of magic to undo it. It was like trying to knit a scarf that when pressed to another scarf, slipped into all the spaces and unwound the threads on its own. There were times when it didn't. Feeling the flow of carefully placed and...

Lysander clearly favoured the direct approach. Baise drew a handkerchief from his pocket and held it over his mouth and nose as he stepped into the darkness. The smell still reached him and his displeasure reached his eyes. Baise wondered how Lysander would smell any fires over the damp...

"I was," Baise said. He looked over Lysander's shoulder at the broken foliage that marked the pig's flight. Baise gave a small nod of appreciation for the direct nature of magic. "Let's go." Drip...drip...drip When Witchfinder Hakes leaned forwards the wax would slowly fall upon the...