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Chapter 46
Planning was mostly about balancing odds. Mitigating negative outcomes, improving one’s chances of success by narrowing scope and removing risk. Yet no matter the work done, no plan was ever perf...
2026-02-06 17:00:19 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 44
Song waited patiently, her rifle propped up against her shoulder as the shadow moved through the bushes.
The wind was thin today and the Tolomontera winter did not often lead to fog, so there...
2026-01-23 17:00:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 43
It would have been more prudent not to enter Scholomance at all, even if they were only lingering by the antechamber, but Maryam had been curious.
She’d been back in Scholomance for classes...
2026-01-16 17:00:22 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 42
On a rainy seventhday morning, huddled inside the tent with two hand-drawn maps between them, Song Ren sat with her brigade and considered the death of the Lord of Teeth. As an intellectual exercis...
2026-01-09 17:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 41
The hunting crew were all sworn to silence over the Lord of Teeth’s lair before they returned to camp. The longer that knowledge was kept quiet, after all, the longer their crew could act unhinde...
2026-01-02 17:00:09 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 40
Waiting in the hall, Maryam had to resist tapping her foot against the ground in what would be too open a display of nerves for her to tolerate.
The chapterhouse was far from deserted at this...
2025-12-20 01:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 40
Waiting in the hall, Maryam had to resist tapping her foot against the ground in what would be too open a display of nerves for her to tolerate.
The chapterhouse was far from deserted at this...
2025-12-19 17:14:57 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 39
It was a little nostalgic, eating chicken-and-onion skewers with a keg of cheap beer.
It reminded Angharad of the evenings out after fencing tournaments, when she would sneak out with the oth...
2025-12-12 17:00:15 +0000 UTC View PostChristmas Week
Hey there!
For rest and childcare reasons I'll be taking the week of Christmas (22 to 28th of December) off, so that means there won't be an update on the 26th. The weeks before and after wil...
2025-12-10 23:52:29 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 38
He’d not slept nearly enough, but still Izel found himself sitting at an empty table in the Rainsparrow Hostel’s eatery as the morning lights swept into Port Allazei.
Alonzo, who ran the ...
2025-12-05 17:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 37
Izolda Cernik had not been much of a tactician.
Oh, she’d not been a babe in the woods when it came to schemes but she’d not proven all that great at them in either the royal hall of Volc...
2025-11-28 17:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 36
The houses claimed by the Orels were packed tight from the addition of another seven souls, but the sounds coming from their yard were happy.
Young Koval was shrieking with laughter, a black-...
2025-11-21 17:00:18 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 35
The oil lamp kept flickering.
It would burn fine for a few minutes, then start to cough like dying man. It was driving Maryam mad. She kept the irritation stoked, clutching the burning ember ...
2025-11-14 17:01:27 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 34
The tea was not as good as Song’s.
No, Angharad corrected herself, that was unfair. It was better than the cheap Someshwari leaves the Thirteenth used as their basic stock, instead falling ...
2025-11-07 17:00:15 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 33
They left Izel by the bedside, the two of them ending up at the bottom of the stairs from the sheer need to put a physical distance between them and the sight of Song Ren laid up in that bed lookin...
2025-10-31 16:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 32
Maryam was more than a little familiar with ambushes.
The first year of her mother’s war against Malan had been a long streak of hiding in woods and along mountain paths so the Izvoric coul...
2025-10-24 16:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 31
Maryam crept along the floor, fingers trailing Gloam as she pricked her ear.
She risked a glance past the corner of the metal panel, immediately drawing back. Just ahead a kobalos was panting...
2025-10-17 16:00:23 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 30
Izel Coyac rubbed the bridge of his nose, vainly trying to slow down the incoming headache.
He’d been at this for two hours now, moving down from his desk to the cottage’s drawing room in...
2025-10-10 16:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 29
In the moment after the loud snap of broken bone, all Tristan could think of was the name.
Benito Giran. That’d been it. A first year from the Two Hundred Sixty-Ninth, the Stripe of a holdi...
2025-10-03 16:00:46 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 28
In the early hours of the morning, Izel Coyac sat by the last smoldering embers of the campfire and poked them with a stick. He stirred the fading red, eyes on it yet unseeing, and if asked would s...
2025-09-26 16:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 27
Maryam was not having a good time.
“Black fucking Goat,” she cursed, ducking under the spinning metal blade.
It screeched and sparked above her head, suddenly whipping back...
2025-09-19 16:00:22 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 26
The ground whispered against Tristan’s boots as ahead of him the lantern’s light dragged into existence a stretch of underground. It wasn’t the first time he returned to the forge, but it was...
2025-09-12 16:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 25
Maryam’s nameless ship had sailed before, of course.
It had made the journey from Asphodel to Tolomontera, and since been beached on different parts of the island. Yet on all those instance...
2025-09-05 16:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 24
Though she was strapped half-naked to a stone slab and being prodded at, that wasn’t even the worst part of Song Ren’s firstday evening. No, that would be maintaining the restraint it took for ...
2025-08-29 16:00:24 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 23
They met the Twenty-Ninth Brigade at the square in front Scholomance a quarter before noon, Captain Emeni Maziya and her three cabalists proving punctual.
That was common with Malani, Song ha...
2025-08-22 16:00:18 +0000 UTC View Post