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Story for the Day: Caltrops

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There is nothing more delightful to a would-be warrior than discovering a new weapon to be used against his adversaries. It is all the more delightful to the would-be warrior to be taught how to use this weapon by his friends. G aumhin read: “Perhaps they shall be,” said Danaco.“Perhaps they are all in terror of being trapped in his great blanket fort.” “Ah want a blanket fort,” cried Paudrig, dandling himself against Gaumhin’s knee in excitement. “Then we can play blanket siege an’ o’.” “Aye,” Gaumhin laughed, “then we could maek a place for molten metal cauldrons, build a moat, and throw in some caltrops in the entrancewae tae.” Paudrig canted his head and his nose curled. “What’re cal-trops?” Gaumhin looked askance and grew nervous. “Mebbe Ah shouldnae’ve said anaethin’,” he muttered to himself, scratching at the back of his neck. “Shouldnae have teld me what?” Here was a terrible pause, and Gaumhin hemmed and shifted his weight, looking everywhere else but at Pa

New publication coming this Easter!

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This Easter, Paper Crane Books will be publishing the first in the Frewyn Fables series, short stories featuring the smallest members of the series for all ages to enjoy! Can you guess the title of the new publication? Leave your guess in the comments section, and the first reader to get the correct answer will win a free e-copy of the book!

Story for the Day: The Joy of a Pyre

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It is so easy to take revenge on one's enemies when one suddenly find oneself in a position of power. A good king, however, never seeks revenge no matter how terribly his adversaries have plagued him.   The Joy of a Pyre                 The procession carrying the banner of Count Rosse’s humiliation continued through the main hall, gathering parishioners as it went, collecting to it everyone in the keep who had been, at some time or other, affronted by Count Rosse’s strident attire and offensive remarks. No body liked to rejoice at the idea of the Count being disgraced, but as the count was not present, there could be no harm in a little retribution. Pastaddams, Gaumhin, and Carrigh pageanted the banner, leading the congregation from the courtyard into the far field, and once they had reached the memorial, Alasdair gave the order and Gaumhin went to work building a small pyre from the dried juniper wood that was stacked beside the stone brazier by the Brennin family mon

Story for the Day: Apprehensive Introvert

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While many people enjoy the bustle of a party, there are those who dread any sort of gathering being forced on them. The quiet conversancy of a tea visit is all that those like Aldus and Rosamound should condition for, and for two such celebrated hermits, the idea of even making an appearance for a formal gathering is dreadful. T he offer of attending was kindly meant and anxiously given, but all her fondness for the fervent bustle of holiday celebration was for seeing Alasdair, for talking to King Dorrin, for dancing with Vyrdin: these were her fond holiday remembrances, and she knew that no celebration in the great hall now could equal them. Her heart was for those celebrations; she had no heart for them now. The tumult of voices made her nervous, and she would rather be visited by one friend at a time than be thrown into company with them all at once: her habits had changed, and so to her manner, for where she was wont to look forward to seeing all her friends together, she

To the immense ladies...

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A generous package came to the keep today. This was the response it evinced: