Guard Captain Gideon Ecbal huddled in a doorway, clutching his cloak tight around his neck. He shivered against the biting cold. Patrolling in deep winter was never a task to be relished. Winds off the Eastern Sea tore over Westpool with malicious intent. A flurry of snow had blanketed the docks, driving him and his…
“We’re going to get something to eat from Tomas, boss. Do you want anything?” Gideon looked up from his paperwork, a mountainous pile that he was making very little progress on. “Sure, Sabine. Get me a pie will you?” He asked, scratching the bottom of his nose with the end of his quill as he…
I\’ve had a new voice lately. It has been wonderful! I\’ve not felt this energised and inspired since Nathaniel Greyson came my way, I can\’t really put into words how good it has felt to have something to put all my creative energy into again. I have been expanding his story using the \’Snowflake\’ method…