William Jones
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Georges was standing on the highest point of Rowan keep, which happened to be a pole that extended 200 feet into the air. He'd needed a good view of the area from a tall point to make the best use of one of his skills. The highest point in Rowan Keep was barely a hundred feet up. His team of workers had built fifty feet of wooden scaffolding on top of the highest tower, and when that wasn't high enough, the workers added a long beam made from a tree shaved down to the size of a telephone pole. Pegs were…-
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A day earlier Rufus and Miriam had delivered the first of the upgraded war-machines that would be installed in the towers of the new keep. For now, they would go on the walls of the old keep. Georges had needed the room in the forge at Sedgewick, and he could tell that Centurion Marcus had been itching to test out the new machines. A series of targets were being set up at various distances and Georges had included two dozen wooden ballistae bolts for practicing. The regular bolts with Dark Steel heads and…
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An hour later, in the ACME headquarters in Gadobhra, Layla was walking down the stairs, dressed in full baronial finery. A few minutes before she'd been in a robe in her bedroom, eating breakfast and looking at the shrinking finances of the Barony. Building the new fortress was like the death of a thousand cuts, with new wounds opening each day. They needed this deal with the Fae badly. When word had come up that Suzette was downstairs, she spent a few minutes on her hair and burned a large amount of her…
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Suzette was preparing to open up the tavern for the day. The floor had been swept as clean as it would get. The old wood was stained from dirt and beer. A large amount of blood had been spilled as well. Most of it was Timmy's. She had little regrets over that. She had been warming to the annoying boy over time, but that ended when she found out who he worked for, and what family he was from. Momco had hurt her badly, and then lied when she and thousands of others were suffering. She disliked corporations…
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I wanted to give an update on my writing. We just hit the first milestone for the Royal Road Writathon. I managed to accomplish the total writing needed for both Butcher of Gadobhra and Tunnel Rat. The goal was 25k words in the days since Oct. 31st. If you noticed a large number of chapters lately, that's the reason. I had to accelerate my writing in the last few days to meet that first goal. Now I, and other writers, have until Dec. 5th to finish a total of 55,555 words. There are no real prizes for…
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"No, we can't do it. And before you ask why, it's because we're a White Circle. Using part of someone to track them isn't White Magic. It's grey at best and probably Black in this case. That's part of your man's breath in there, stolen by a sentient windstorm. In some cultures, your breath is part of your soul. This type of spell just can't be done by a White Circle." Titania wasn't happy telling Suzette ‘No', she knew how desperate the woman was for news of what had happened to Ozzy, but she wasn't…
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Woodrat came awake. Someone was holding him by the back of his coat and shaking him. Had he been caught slacking again? What had he been doing? He didn't want to wake up. What ship was he on? He was hot, and sick, and wanted to go back to sleep. But someone wouldn't let his stay asleep. Abruptly, someone forced his teeth apart and shoved something down his throat. It was hot and awful, not food fit for man or beast. He was dropped on to something soft and springy and an unintelligible voice boomed nearby.…
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Billy sipped from his flagon of beer as he sat across from Bob in the tavern. By agreement, Lord Alwyn and Baron William were rarely, if ever, in each other's company. It made things much simpler. No one carred about what Billy and Bob did. Alwyn's Twitterberry had briefed Billy on the rules a fae lord had to follow. He could talk to Bob about just about anything, and it was just Billy and Bob, two drinking buddies who didn't matter at all in the scheme of things. But anything that the Baron of Gadobhra…
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Normally, it was good to be the Duke of the North. Some nobles complained of the responsibilities, but usually, Carl enjoyed the work. But not on Petition Day. On this day, all worthy people of the rank of Knight or higher could bring a petition to the duke for consideration. If your social status wasn't high enough, you could petition through a guild, a member of your church, or find another person to sponsor your petition. Often these people would be accompanied by witnesses, lawyers, relatives and…
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Woodrat was at the tiller. They had managed to fix it temporarily with some shark hide strips and wooden pegs. The shattered railing, and decking were piled on the uneven deck, along with any other scrap wood they still had. Ozzy had to stay on the left side of the ship to keep things balanced until they could repair the damaged supports on the right that the shark had splintered. "I've been meaning to ask you, where did you learn about hunting sharks and woomeras and such things? You even seem to be…
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