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It wasn't long before I recognised the gentle tread of my sister making her way down the hall. I smi…

Standing behind the door was a young woman. I knew her name, she used to be a maid at the Lightreach…

I dropped a handful of silver for a reasonably nondescript pheasant from a market stall. With our co…

Ryle inclined his head, eyes flicking left.

Kill them, he was saying. I'll take the left.

I ha…

Ryle, who acting as spotter tonight, muttered something about the rising wind. He seemed utterly unc…

It was not a technically challenging shot to make, not in comparison to some others. A stationary fi…

We called them Blackbirds, after the queens of speed from another age. Beautiful machines, though yo…

Once upon a midnight dreary, I wrote a Ficlet - loud and clearly

Over many a quaint and curious …