The Ravens of the Rhondda
There is a legend in the Rhondda Valley of Wales about a young shepherd named Gafan, whose flaming red hair matched his fiery pride. He was quick with the sling and keen with his knife…
There is a legend in the Rhondda Valley of Wales about a young shepherd named Gafan, whose flaming red hair matched his fiery pride. He was quick with the sling and keen with his knife…
Over the course of the next month, Tyrion felt as if he had been turned inside out. His entire purpose for living and working drained out of him, and all his former joys evaporated into…
The winter months passed, and the security of the castle was welcome as the winds blasted against the stone as if in a futile fury. Tyrion continued to catalog the library of his unseen employer,…
The mountain villages were without a lord, and yet they did have a castle which an elderly man of noble lineage called home. He styled himself Lord Tibolt Maelfaes of House Thurandin, but lived as…
Teaching had never been the occupation of choice for Tyrion Lannister. He realized he had the brains to make it work, but temperament was another thing altogether. Yet when he came to know that almost…
“You’re spoiling her, Tyrion,” Sansa chided, observing her husband reclined on a picnic blanket feeding their donuts to the dog. They were in the midst of enjoying something of an overdue honeymoon, and…
The journey into the mountains was precarious, as the roads were narrow and often ran along steep precipices. But Sauriel was skilled at navigating such places, her many years traveling the world coming…
The first week after leaving Caffe was hard. Sansa was very weak and skittish, and the rough ride in the back of Sauriel’s wagon along winding inland roads, heading towards the mountains, did…
~ by Avellina Balestri Author's Note: This is an excerpt of a flashback that takes place in Longbows & Rosary Beads, a Robin Hood retelling series-in-progress. ~ The shadow of a figure in simple-cut huntsman’s garb…
It was a nightmare…but it felt so real. All the faces flickering like candles and melting like wax. There was Tysha, the peasant girl who had been his first love so many years before,…
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