LW-Chapter 11: Something Borrowed (READ DESC FIRST by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Chapter 11: Something Borrowed (READ DESC FIRST
“She was never yours to keep.”
The words struck with an odd sense of finality to them, as though they were a sentence handed down by some all-powerful arbiter. Benjamin merely sat where he was, listening not to the words of reason spoken truthfully, but to the sounds arising from the bed. Makira lay there upon the straw filled mattress, the evening traveller’s gown still upon her slight frame. But to say that she lay in restful repose would be a dishonest appraisal, a betraying of the hearts ability to delude itself. The gown of woven material was damp to the touch, the burning fever upon her brow producing a prodigious i
LW-Ch 10-A Pickled History by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch 10-A Pickled History
To tell the story right, you do not begin at the ending.
To tell the story right, you start with the beginning.
She had appeared in society nearly twenty to twenty five years previously, from somewhere within the deep southern marshes of the Free States of Florida. She had made her way along the Shattered East Coast on foot, followed at first by a single scholar of heretic studies who was more bane than boon companion. In time her cadre would amass into an army of well-wishers and devout believers, the kernel from which the vine of myth would arise so quickly.
She had not set out to be followed as such, in fact those early years had see
LW-Ch 8-Five Finger Discount by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch 8-Five Finger Discount
The question of the day was thus: Was it going to rain?
Perhaps not the most exciting question to ask, nor even one that seemed all that important given the situation. But, due to the mechanics of the situation, rain would be troublesome. The rain would already dampen his spirits, low as they were at playing the part of aloof spectre without means of interfering in the world. Shamus was a man of action, a Rishland warrior in service to his king, and here he was atop a awning hidden from view amongst lacklustre civilians. And not just any civilians but ones grown fat and comfortable behind their much vaunted walls: they didn’t even ha
LW-Ch 7-A Right Old Boston Tea Party by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch 7-A Right Old Boston Tea Party
Benjamin had come to a decision concerning the Rishlander incursion into his home.
First they would have tea. After all it would be the height of rudeness to refuse a guest such a gesture under normal circumstances. Perhaps he would even send Makira away to the bakery two streets over, the one that made the most mouth-watering of sweetened treats. This was not to be confused with the one over which Makira claimed residence, as all that bakery was known for was the size of the cockroach's that were also tenants within its walls.
And once Makira was off on her errand, her mind no doubt spinning with thoughts of far distant Rishland, Benjam
LW-Ch 6-Digging Up The Past by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch 6-Digging Up The Past
The spider’s eight eyes glowered at Benjamin Ingram as he shooed it away with a rolled up newspaper. This would allow him to step down from the stairs to the cellar below.
The large arachnid stood still a moment longer, even going so far as to let the rolled impromptu broom brush over it ineffectually, before scurrying away to some darker corner of the basement. At its departure Benjamin allowed a breath of air to escape his lungs, one he had not known he had been holding. In all truth he did not enjoy the company of insects, or those that preyed upon them. Nor for that matter did he enjoy the company of others, being a man of insula
LW-Ch5-A Lords Ransom in a Pig's Ear Purse by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch5-A Lords Ransom in a Pig's Ear Purse
The chamber above the back room of the ‘Black Horse’ was not as well appointed as the man’s social standing might have demanded. But what they lacked in opulence they made up with nostalgia and practicality. For this was the garden from which all his wealth had grown.
Oh he made good coin trading in cloth and spices, and his barges were often perilous close to the water line when they departed and returned to the port of Boston. That business was run from a dock front set of offices that were set up to dis[play his wealth and impress those that might bid for his services. On the surface he appeared to be on the up and up,
LW-Ch4-A Game of Chess and State by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch4-A Game of Chess and State
"Check mate in five moves."
Lord Garth, Protector of Braves Seat, and the fair and just ruler of the city of Boston Citadel, frowned intently at the chess board laid out before him and his honoured guest. Pawns had fallen, and bishops had driven deep into enemy territory in what had been hoped to be a decapitation strike on the enemies royal power base. Their bravery meant they only to fell to swords of knights in honourable combat. And without those upwardly mobile defensive pieces in play on the home front a queen lay dead at the hand of a dark rook. Lord Garth hated chess with a passion few would think he possessed, or perhaps one that he
LW-Ch3-A Scholars Daughter by Jake-Sjet, literature
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LW-Ch3-A Scholars Daughter
The sign above the mid terrace shop read in proud, but flaking, gilding: 'Professor Ingram's: City Registered Technologist and Philosopher'. Below that in a far less ornate hand, a hand more use to the act of turning a page or using a delicate set of jeweller’s tools on delicate mechanisms, was the sign that allowed the shop to remain open more often than not.
‘Fix it Shop’.
The single electric light in the lead glass store front window was ebbing now after an evening of steady brilliance, its little battery unable to sustain a charge for longer than six hours, even though it was a labour of love that had grown alongsid
The beer hall known as ‘The Selkies Arms’ went silent as a graveyard on all Saints day, when the City Watch walked in.
The usual clientele of the dock tavern were drifters and sailors, those who manned the big coastal barges that plied their trade up and down the Shattered East Coast: from the storm wracked seas of the Tamporan Free State, to the ice choked sounds of the Great North. It was there where predation from pirates crazy enough to prowl the waters off the borders of Nifihelim lands were not only common, but rampant. These were people who came to the tavern looking for a drink, an escape from their lives on the seas an