Recent content by Logan Banick

"Then it's settled, inasmuch as it can be at this juncture," Logan said. He loathed being helplessly on the defensive, but with Garron playing his game as carefully as he was, it was all that he could do. The only evidence they had that any foul play was even afoot was all, in fact...

So focused had Logan been on Walter, and even on Gabriel, that his very own words and those of Alistair, suggesting that he, too, ought to be wary and invest in his own security came as something of a grim and sober realization. It was as if there were two opposing camps set up in his mind: one...

"After the sanctions on his public life, Walter has mainly been attending to the training of Banick-sworn soldiers and aiding House Banick bannermen with whatever small affairs and problems arise here and there," Logan said. Alistair Krixus

The news of this wasn't completely a surprise to Logan, so did his expression suggest. Only was it surprising to know that it was Garron specifically who was involved in Kristen's kidnapping and the subsequent Battle of the Blades. "For all his airs of being a gentleman, I have had my...

Logan's brows rose up in surprise. "Yes. How did you know?" "My father Neil was there when it happened. A small and private gathering of leading noblemen it was, the sort of thing men of their age and stature might do, casually smoking and discussing the politics of the day." With a preemptive...

Kristen had mentioned a third in her letter, but for fear of interception could only allude vaguely to who it might be. But of course, how could Logan forgot the victory—blessed by Lady Luck herself—at Ostia Anir she and the now revealed arrival of Alistair had helped bring about. Another piece...

"I must say," Logan spoke as he lowered the hood of his own cloak, "that I would have preferred more festive environs." A mild joke, but, despite the rivalry between House Banick and House Pirian, perhaps it wasn't needed. He and Kristen had gotten along well enough even before the incident at...

"Arrest that man," Vogel said dismissively. "YOU MUST READ IT!" the Messenger pleaded, holding out the sealed missive toward the Commander. Several soldiers were holding him back. Nobles from the Banick encampment were likewise being held back. "And I will," Vogel said, holding his spyglass...

Logan laughed along with Kai on the note of their families. What greater source of both love and vexation was there across the vast expanse of Arethil? To his own humor and chagrin, Logan imagined one day possibly being a thorn in the side of his own children's plans. And he wondered further how...

At last came the nigh unbearable necessity to pull back. Yet her warmth, the depths of her eyes that he gazed into, were consolation enough. "Bright and powerful indeed," Logan said softly, as if in reverence for the truth of those spoken words. There would be a lot which would threaten to...

The army. It was only by the happenstance of timing that a full force of Guardsmen wasn't here already. Logan placed his hands on his hips and let out a steady exhale. He was a nobleman of House Banick and an Anirian Knight, but even so it wouldn't be easy to delay a Commander who was intent on...

Of course Logan would have preferred a name. Something, anything, that would make these two cloaked men more than mysteries. But all this was an extraordinary situation, and Theodore had left Logan with scarcely any recourse if he wanted to see Walter recovered from the path of ruin. What...

Damn his father's paranoia! Damn it to Pandemonium, to Hell, to whatever abysmal plane imaginable would receive it! Now of all times for that paranoia to reign over his judgment. All whom Logan had spoken with harbored at least some quibble with Theodore's handling of this catastrophe, and there...

Logan Banick had rushed down to Ostia Anir at the earliest opportunity, for the dire news warranted all possible haste. Only just had he been exonerated of wrongdoing in the kidnapping of Mina Pirian and Jiya Luana that this disaster was happening. Walter, his own flesh and blood brother, was...

Logan accepted her hand into his own, and he gave it a light squeeze. Her words were quiet, only just skimming over the surface of the rain outside. "An elegant way to voice it, and one that I cannot help but mirror." Long had they spoken around it. Long had they positioned themselves to make...