Category: Words
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A Name Like Any Other
“Pendragon… Pendragon Pendragon no, no… Petulance… definitely not… Purity… heavens to Betsy, no!” Queen Marigold chomped on a chocolate bar and waved the book in front of Cornelius’s face. “This is now the sixteenth book of ‘names’, none of which are in alphabetical order, and none even remotely resonate with me for the baby’s name.”…
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The Stairs
In the Mansion’s unused wing, there’s a staircase that links the ground floor to the first… the staircase fills most of the hallway it occupies, although it is possible to squeeze between the sides of the stairs to the space beneath. Under the stairs, there’s a trap door… a creaky, dusty, cobweb-covered hinged door that…
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The Saloon
Nutmeg Dolnoon slid the tankard of ale along the bar and into the thirsty clutches of Jake ‘Cesspit Yellowbelly’ Jones, as she began, and promptly stopped, serving Herbert Hatherthwaite with his spicy sarsaparilla; Maverick Mannering played wildly on the honky-tonk piano as Violet Dolnoon tried to sing and cancan along, in an attempt to diffuse…
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Above The Pack
Salnaal rode her winged steed, Shayde, with the same confidence and determination she approached everything else; confidence and determination that had increased steadily over her twenty-four years of active service. Her gleaming blonde-white hair flowing in stark contrast to Shayde’s night-black mane, they rode and flew around the grunts, cries, and howls of the carousel…
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Out of Time
The longboat moored flush against the river bank, and tied securely in place by two thick ropes to a couple of large oak trees, Ert had to now catch up with the rest of the crew who’d wasted no time in disembarking. They’d headed upstream toward the tiny hamlet Modlinium, a fortified Roman village that…
The Mansionic Perspective 