William Jones
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The Fae are always enthralled by something new and watched the negotiations with interest, wagering, and the hope of some entertainment. That had changed when the forbidden metal had been dumped from a magical bag into the Duchess's lands. The lesser fae were in pain, but the greater Fae Lords and Ladies might not survive. Only the barrier between the realms saved them. Even dying, they watched with interest and delight as the Duchess was humbled and the iron was put away. The screams of pain subsided as…-
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Stick around a few centuries and see how the Legend grows. For now, echoes and whispers are spreading of your Legendary battle with Duchess Midnight, Soul-Binder, Realm-Stealer, the Countess of Silverthorne, and Lady of Daggers. But even the greatest of victories takes time to become known throughout the world of men. For now, you are still the Butcher of Sedgewick, grinding your sausage and pining after the Lonely Barmaid. Your accomplishments in the Fae Realms have been rewarded. You and your…
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The enraged bug flew at Midnight, intending to take off her head with a razor-sharp wing-tip, but the slash was shallow, cutting from the collarbone and along the side of Midnight's neck; the inch-deep gash oozed thick, green blood that smoked when it hit the ground. Squirmie's wing burned as acid and poison on her wing tried to take hold and failed. Rolly's insistence on training with the Manticore had paid off for both of the pair. As had devouring part of the soul of a green dragon. Acid and poison had…
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Oberon felt the strain of controlling the myriad conflicting agendas swirling around him. What had begun as a casual lark and a chance to get out of the palace started sliding towards the chaos where things that weren't in his control happened. It wasn't the size of the gathering. The seasonal festivals were a hundred times as large. It was the potency of the people present without the structure of a traditional event. Too many great Lords and Ladies with goals and the power to achieve them were sitting…
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"I desire flame-etched rubies, enough to fill a bathtub. Pearls of white, gold, and black from the giant oysters of the smoke. Blackened wood staves filled to the brim with Smoke and Corruption. The breath of a cyclone, the flesh of a kraken, and cutting of the strangling weed." Ozzy looked down at the Hound. "You have all that?" The dog nodded meekly. "Yep, I can do all that. Do you want the Kraken smoked or barbeque flavor?" The question seemed to confuse the Duchess, a blank look showing on her face.…
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Emotions ran high in the lands that divided those of the High King and Duchess Midnight. Oberon positioned his camp in the middle of the area, a stone's throw from the Silverthorn Gates. A green silk tent with golden trim covered the entirety of his camp, and a banquet hall sat in the center where he was holding court to a rotating guest list of noble fae and fantastical creatures. Around his camp, the other nobles did likewise, taking their cues from their King. None are fooled, of course. While flowery…
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The road made of white paving stones stretched ahead of Ozzy, winding through green hills topped with thorn vines bearing red and purple clusters of fruit and small blue flowers. Birds circled overhead of several types. Occasionally, a bird would descend to feed, carefully landing on the bushes and avoiding the six-inch-long thorns. Eating greedily from the fruit, they became disoriented and then plunged into the bushes or fell in front of them. The bushes benefitted from the dead birds that now fertilized…
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As several weary travelers approached the domain of Duchess Midnight, the crowd surrounding gates parted to let them pass. Several hundred Fae Lords and Ladies were present, many bringing an entourage of knights or a small battalion of bodyguards. The Court of the High King was eventually so depleted that he laughingly declared he was taking a holiday and rode out to see what all the fuss was about, taking the rest of the court with him. Colorful tents were erected, parties were held, and the dancing…
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Suzette was enjoying a series of history books that the dogs had found on a lower shelf. The unknown author had spared no one from their sarcastic accounts of petty plots, revenge, and maneuvering at court. Each of the great houses had a separate chapter devoted to their transgressions, with intricate notes in the margins and genealogies to help the reader keep track of the players. From some of the comments, Suzette wagered that if the Fae used DNA testing, those genealogies would look a lot different.…
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The Duchess quickly grew bored with her newest captive. The girl alternated between trying to put on a show of bravely ignoring her and begging for her release. But the blubbering and begging was mundane and pitiful. Any threat seemed to scare the half-breed, making threatening her not worth the effort. Poisoning her mind proved immensely entertaining, though. It had only taken a few hints about how careless Alwyn had been to gain a small tantrum where she stomped her foot and declared, "I didn't like him…
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