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Story for the day: Sheamas and Margilesse

Sheamas and Margilesse are two characters from books 6, 7 and 9. This moment is not in the books but since I won't be posting anything about them until the first book is republished, here is something to tide you over.  Sheamas and Margilesse                  On the first night Margilesse cooked for Sheamas and displayed her prowess in the kitchen, she learned a defining truth of Tyferrim men. She learned their appreciation for such a service and she was privy to how a man of quality from Frewyn's countryside enjoyed displaying their thankfulness to their significant benefactors.   She had been uncertain if her Galleisian fare would delight someone who had come from a family so well-versed in the culinary arts, but his reaction to her cooking when it was given him was all the assurance she required to sate her qualms.                 With every bite, Sheamas’ affectionate heart was roused and he scarcely finished his meal before standing and requesting to thank her proper

Story for the day: The Butcher

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Sheamas is major character in book 6, 7 and 9 of the series. I'm not going to post much about him but here is his first appearance.  Sheamas the Butcher                  Soup was the evening’s object.   The Den Asaan had been plagued with the unfortunate business of having depleted the royal hunting grounds of its resources and he was saddened to hear it would not be restocked until the spring. He had hunted much in the past few weeks, as the warmer weather allowed for his favourite sport, but once he realized there were no elk or pheasant left for him to chase, he was forced to inform Alasdair of the shortage and sulk in the yard while enjoying the decidedly less intriguing training for the day. He yearned for the opportunity to exercise his hunting prowess and wield his large knife without having to travel beyond the warmth of the capital to do so. The Tuar forest and the woodlands of the south could supply all the amusement he desired but he was disinclined to venture to e

Story for the day: Acquired Taste

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Acquired Taste  Rautu does not like your twigs                 It was morning and the coming of the sun roused the Diras castle keep. The kitchen fires were lit, the yeoman and servant’s quarters stirred, and while the nobles in the royal quarter claimed it was far too early for morning tea or for any animation beyond a rolling over in bed, everyone else in the keep was disposed to glory in the fineness of the coming day.                 The commander walked down from the commons to the kitchen where she found Alasdair at his usual spot by the table. She said her hellos to Martje as she passed and took a place beside her king, but instead of finding him deeply invested in the herald’s morning report, poring over his parchments with his cup of tea balancing between his thumb and forefinger, he was sitting and contemplating a strange object.                 A box had been laid on the kitchen table by the yeoman for the king’s perusal. The delivery had come a very long way and it

Story for the day: The Frog

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A WIP of Soledhan sleeping with his cat. By Twisk The commander and the Den Asaan were sitting at the table in the commons finishing their charges for the day, the commander finishing her proof of the trade agreements Alasdair had tendered her and the giant in the midst of his nightly correspondence to his brothers. They enjoyed their felicitous silence together, accompanied by the warmth of the crackling fires in the hearth behind them, passing each other looks of partiality and grazing their small fingers over one another’s hands whenever their writing was at rest. Their peace was interrupted, however, by the opening of the door and the bursting in of their child, howling in jubilation as he attacked his mother with kisses. The commander crushed him with a pleasant embrace, pressing her cheek against his, and gave him all her attention if not to save herself from the tedium of Alasdair’s agreements then to shield her mate from all the strident happiness the child could accord.