The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

I am certainly guilty of trying various products to achieve the best youthful looks that a pottage might promise. Lucentians are the masters of creating odd cosmetics that become all the rage, but in Frewyn, rather than slather ourselves in creams and concoctions, we would rather bake the ingredients in a pie, eat it, and claim that a viable beauty regime.  T he game of Ailinenteau that Thomas and Shayne were playing had ended, and with Shayne the winner, Jaicobh and Sheamas were invited to play with them and take up the two elements not already in use. They were sorry there were not more colours to be claimed and played with, but they would take turns, and the winner of the round would allow himself to be usurped for another player. Everyone else kindly declined to play, preferring Boghans or Fidchell to a game of sliding tiles, and Teague kindly refraining from both on account of his dreadful habit of never playing anything that had nothing to do with cards or dice unle...

No matter how kindly or loving your parents are, they always manage to find the perfect moment to embarrass you. Even Frewyn's king is not immune to parental humiliation. Alasdair: the end of every jape T he royal party was met with at the front gate, who were just returned from their visit to the Lucentian beauty merchant, Alasdair with his various serums and creams weighing down his arms, the others with their small boxes of beauty items, and Rautu with his trove of chocolates.                 “I see you had a productive hunt this morning,” said Boudicca, with furtive smiles. “Did the chocolate give you good chase or did you stalk its habitat and strike when it was unaware?”                 Here was a stifling glare, and Boudicca could not but laugh.            ...

Your best customers are often your first, if you are a fortunate enough to understand excellent service and quality goods, and when you first customer is Rautu, you can be very sure that accommodation and understanding of his wants will keep you in business for life.  T he plangent rapture of the doorbell ushered the proprietor of the chocolatier back into his shoppe, and a mountainous shadow followed, appearing on the threshold just as the door was about to close. It entered, drifting slowly into the gallery, the brontide of expectation preceding it, the ground trembling with every step. It approached the counter and slowly unfurled: it rose and straightened and stepped into the light, revealing the Den Asaan, whose Finger of Judgment was already extended, pointing at the proprietor, his eyes raging in tranquil fury, his mouth rapt in a fervent scowl. He was about to announce himself and make his demands, but the proprietor of the shoppe stepped forward, and with a polite bow...

Never underestimate the power of a new chocolatier. I know certainly would not be able to resist such unmitigated might. W hile one part of the royal party was out in the square, the other was in the barracks, enjoying a few hours to themselves now that the chief of the regiments were gone for the holiday. The Royal Guard was still lining the capital walls, and a few in Dobhin’s regiment were put on patrol, but the Elites were off hunting, and the rest of the commanders were sitting at the tables in the soldier’s mess, playing at Sirs and Jainsago, practicing their strategies and pretending to lose a few silvers until Teague was come back, and the Captains were off with their raptors in the Royal Wood, looking for small prey and searching for prints to betray the location of their latest hunting partner. A wedge of cerns dotted over the training yard, each pretending to be useful while their commanders were by, but the distractions of the holiday were enough to charm any soldier...