Over the years my tomato patch has produced respectable results. But one of the problems I consistently encountered was called Blossom End Rot. It happened first some ten years ago and grew
MoreCutter snuck a peek over at Bantamon, who looked very pleased with the lie, and wondered if he could kill him before being struck down by the palace guards.
More(Continued from Part VII) “You recognize this mask,” he said. It was not a question, though Moragan nodded in answer anyway. “It is because of this mask that I have come to
More(Continued from Part VI) Moragan looked up at the workshop’s doorway to see a customer she did not recognize. He was large man, barrel-chested and long-legged. He looked older than her 20
More(Continued from Part V) Contrary to the confident assertions of ignorant men deep in their dregs, the skull plate is not the only place dragons are vulnerable. While the overlapping scales of
More(Continued from Part IV) A shadow, like that of an enormous bat, crossed the knee high grass in front of him. Somehow Cutter knew it was Moira even before he looked up.
More(Continued from Part III) In his fifty years, Cutter had never ventured this far into the slough. The reason behind that fact had nothing to do with fear, but with necessity. He
More(Continued from Part II) “One day, after unsuccessfully calling my sons for dinner, I went to barn to look for them. What I found was a study in horror: Moira’s cage was
More(Continued from Part I) Moragan saw the Red Brother appear at their shop door before Cutter did. She immediately knew him as a user of magic, not by the crimson robes or
MoreCutter felt the dragon wrap around his arm as he ripped it from its hiding place beneath an overhang of the muddy river bank. It didn’t have wings, of course; this one
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