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Story for the Day: Mureadh and Aoidhe

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Mureadh's longstanding and famous relationship with the Gods is often playfully mocked in the keep, for while there are other religious figures amongst them, like Brother Baronous, Baronet Breandan UiBrien, and Captain Gaumhin, none are so fervent, so passionate in their faith, as Mureadh-- which, of course, makes him so easy to tease, and no one loves teasing him more than the God of Japes Himself. T hey walked through the gatehouse and down the front path, where they met with Gaumhin and Mureadh, who were presiding over the entrance for the hour, invigilating the churchyard, and remarking the celebration around the square, while exchanging looks from the cerns atop the battlements, presiding over the capital from the wall. Gaumhin was all smiling affability, talking of seeing his brother and cousins strung upside down by Draeden and Bryeison for the better part of the morning, and Mureadh, though pleased to see the party arrive, was trying not to enjoy himself.          

Baba Connridh Paperback and #E3 Interview @CJLO's @AStrongFranklin!

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Baba Connridh is now out in paperback format ! The story of the one hundred and thirty year old gran who fights evil with magic knitters is available at Amazon for 10$. As well, you can listen my interview on CJLO's Franklin Armstrong Collective , in which we talk about books, old women chasing terrible children, super hero films, and my fervent affection for E3. You can listen to the interview HERE . Enjoy!

Story of the Day: Sore Loser -- Part 2

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And now, Alasdair being a sore loser in real time: A lasdair was pacing the peristyle, waiting for the rest of the party to come away from the stables, where they were visiting with Roreigh and Dieas, who were sat with Moraig and the rest of the mares, tending to them and speaking to Jaicobh about the trade in Tyfferim, spying Alasdair’s impatient aspect from the corners of their eyes. They talked about the farms, about the first of the spring crop to go in, about loam and lime, and about Beryn’s taking Moraig around to every field in Southern and Eastern Tyfferim, to plough the furrows and turn the soil and visit with those elder farmers who could no longer keep their fields without some help.                 “Me’n Moraig did Baba Connridh’s field the other day,” said Beryn. “That right, Moraig?”                 Moraig snuffed and flicked her tail at him.                 “Aye, I know you don’t like her, ‘cause she’s old and smells o’ cobwebs, but she gives you plenty

Story for the Day: A Sore Loser

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Prince Draeden, Alasdair's father, is hailed to be the best gamester on the Southern Continent. His winning at Ardri, Fidchell, and Brandubh is legendary, so much so that the one time he visited the Ardent Tench, he was banned for life for winning too much. He is also known for being talking incessantly without much provocation. T ea was waiting in the servants quarters. They passed the tailory in their way and stopped in to ask Pastaddams whether he would regale them with stories of Alasdair’s losses, and as it was that Pastaddams’ scandal collection was in desperate want of an airing, he would sit to tea with them, to take out all the stories he had been saving in his rookery of rumour and deliciate over them with a cup in one hand and a biscuit in the other. After just stopping in to the Craulidh apartments, to see whether Ros or her fathers would join them, Pastaddams, Aghatha, and Ebhlin all sat down in the servants hall, to talk over Alasdair’s current vexation, Vyrdin’