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The Sign of the Bronze Hammer – Part Three

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A bell jangled at the opening of the door. It sat suspended above the door so that any who opened it would set the bell to ringing. Blade stepped into the shop and was met with a sight most unusual, for the shop was packed tight with all manner of paraphernalia, stacked high on tables and shelves. There were cages and candleholders of polished brass, jars and bottles and vials containing all sorts of liquids and herbs and floating body parts. Tools and small cauldrons were scattered through the shop, as were crystals and stones, bundles of feathers and more. There were parchments and scrolls and tomes bound shut with heavy iron clasps. Perched high on one shelf, a grey rat watched him with beady eyes, its whiskers twitching before it dashed away.

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The Sign of the Bronze Hammer – Part Two

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The dwellers in the sprawl no less enjoyed the festival as those in the city proper, yet it had a more raucous, wild aspect to it, with the crowds thick on the streets and the noise of their revels loud. Blade kept a tight grip on the hilt of his sword with one hand and his money pouch with the other, even though it held little in it, for pickpockets thronged in the sprawl, and on days such as the Festival they were even more active than normal.

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The Sign of the Bronze Hammer – Part One

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A sharp burst of laughter snapped Blade’s thoughts from the half empty glass of wine before him that he had been staring into, staring though not really paying attention to. He looked up from the table in the tavern he had discovered some days earlier, one overlooking the lake upon which the great city of Qaiqala had been built. The tavern was packed with revellers of all kinds, drawn from the furthest reaches of the Swordlands of Kharadas, and even beyond. Drink flowed free and the frivolities spilled out from the tavern, and through the city, for it was the night of the famed Festival of the Eggs and Ducks. None now knew the origin of the festival, nor its purpose, but it marked the start of the harvest season, and that was a thing worth celebrating, even if those who lived in Qaiqala, largest, richest and grandest of cities in the world, had never seen a farm nor worked upon one. It was an excuse for a drink and a riotous time, and that was good enough for them.

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The Chance of a Coin

The wind howled down the rugged slopes of the towering mountain, driving before it a flurry of snow and a knife edged chill that cut right to the bone. A tall man stood on the narrow path that wound its way up the mountain side, between teetering boulders that perched precariously and gnarled, stubby trees that had been swept flat by the elements. He wore a voluminous fur lined cloak of rich crimson that was caught and tugged at by the winds. A gloved hand rested lightly upon the gilded hilt of a rapier at his side. The other hand was raised towards the wind, as if to ward it off. Indeed, it seemed almost as if it was working, for the snows bent around him rather than land upon him.

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Legion of the Sands – Part Nine

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They entered the barracks, Vasara Fal and what remained of his force, along with Nhaqosa and Lakach. In the heart of the main barracks block, they were taken to a chamber, and there Vasra Fal ushered them in.

On a rough cot of the type used by the Legions lay a young man. His skin was pale against his dark hair and his face drawn in obvious pain and discomfort. A heavy bandage was wrapped around his chest while a blanket covered his legs.

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Legion of the Sands – Part Eight

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It arrived with a remarkable silence, a curtain of sand and dust that rolled into the square well before Nhaqosa had expected it to. The last rays of sunlight danced across it as off to the west the sun sunk beneath the horizon. For that moment, the dust shimmered in the colours of blood and of gold.

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Legion of the Sands – Part Seven

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With the gates that led into the compound missing there was nothing to stop the desert men entering the barracks. Nhaqosa and Lakach crouched down low on top of the wall above the gates, remaining hidden out of sight behind the parapets. The desert men came on towards the gates, riding on their strange lizard mounts.

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A New Year and a New Start

A new year is upon us, again.  Despite the best of intentions, towards the end of last year things sort of fell away with regards to updating the stories here.  The good news is that I will shortly begin posting them again.  First up it to complete Legion of the Sands and then we will commence two more – the next in The Chronicles of the White Bull, entitled Nights of Fire, and the third in the Peregrine and Blade collection, called The Sign of the Bronze Hammer.