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Happy birthday to Brigdan! Head Captain of the Royal Guard, Lord Protector of the Realm, Lord of the House of UiBrien commander of the Diras regiment, royal falconer, keeper of the ancient beacon at Farriage, Brigdan has acquired a multitude of titles and positions over the course of his life, but there are two appellations that he has always regarded as more important that the rest: that of being Alasdair's uncle, and being Vyrdin's most intimate and beloved friend. Conscious of Vyrdin's situation as an orphan adopted by King Dorrin, Brigdan was always careful never to make Vyrdin feel different or inferior, but Vyrdin, being the steadfast and stubborn man he is, never allowed his friend's scrupulousness to stand in the way of his paying for a birthday dinner. “ O h, look, they’ve brought the whipped salted butter,” Draeden raved, his mouth packed with bread. “Here, Brigdan. You absolutely must try their whipped butter. It is rather like eating a slightly salty an...

Today in Frewyn is  Tiusmiuir Shearla, or Parents' Day, a day on which all children are meant to honour their parents. The holiday started during King UiNeill's time as a small observance and since has flourished into a nationwide  phenomenon . Brigdan, having grown up in Varralla with only his parents for company, lauds his mother and father for instilling within him excellent morals, good manners, and contributing to his generous disposition, and therefore has difficulty commiserating with Draeden's sense of right and wrong:  T he scent of fried yams suddenly burst on Brigdan. He turned toward the markets, and tittuping over the cobblestone walkway was a cart, its vendor holding a garland of fried yams rolled in brown paper and handing them to a passing patron. “I have not had those in ages,” he said to Vyrdin, with an amorous sigh. “Does this vendor give out the tomato and cream sauce in little cups?” “He does,” said Bryeison, his eyes sparkling and his cheeks i...

Tales from Frewyn: Volume 2 will be out next week in digital format! The book will include many new stories, along with some reader favourites, and will feature ten of Twisk's brilliant illustrations. Here are the two covers: For pre-orders, and for information about the paperback version, please visit Paper Crane Books .

Marridon's economy, and indeed its civilization, was changed forever when trade with Livanon and Lucentia introduced the great nation to tea. When it was first given to Marridon, it was considered a drink for the nobility, as it was very expensive to import. Now, however, tea belongs to all classes and is the lifeblood that flows through Marridon's veins. It is unheard of that a Marridonian does not like tea, and when Sir Damson Aelhelm, knight of Marridon, admits that he has no great love affair with the drink, he is reproached accordingly.  “ T ea is the drink of gentlemen, sir knight,” said the captain. “Brewing it and delighting in its aroma and its taste is a most coveted art-form  That abomination,” pointing somewhere at sea to indicate Gubbins that was, “disgraced it by nearly destroying a treasure associated with that art. You might not consider a porcelain pot as precious, but tea brewed in porcelain does not taste the same when brewed in iron or in gla...

Richard "Dizzard" Gubbins is a magnificent coward. The legendary pirate who once sailed the Dremmwel was known for being a daring fool, and his folly brought him to the ship of Lord Danaco Divelima, which unfortunately brought about his demise as a ruffian of the seas. It was his own fault really, as he attacked Danaco's ship without provocation, and while he could have made his apologies and sailed happily on, his desire for revenge against Divelima exposed him for the palliard he was and ruined his marine empire. The pirate Gubbins-- rather Dizzard, or the forged Swillets-- was a shortnecked, hunskit man, his face all over hisipid and birsed, his jaw low and foolish, his mouth rife with kags, his eyes downturned and drooping, his mouth agape and sagging, his chin bucculent, his head large and macrotous, his forehead wide and wrined, his stature undersized and abdominous, his shoulders withered and slumped, his limbs stout, his expression prodigiously stupid, his co...

Happy birthday to Vyrdin, Bou's commander, Alasdair's uncle, Brigdan's most intimate friend, and King Dorrin's adopted son (and Teipha's hair-chewing object). D raeden led the party to the capital wall, where they sat amidst the crenellations and presented the cake to Vyrdin in a more official tenor.                 “All in line,” Draeden announced.                 They formed a line and saluted- even Bryeison, for good measure- and Draeden marched in front of Vyrdin and clicked his heels with grandiose step.                 “Captain,” he called out.                 Vyrdin lifted his chest and stood with his hands at his sides. “Sir!”        ...

The Legendary Rannig was Brother Ciran's teacher, but before that he was a slave in Sesterna, taken from his family when he was only nine and set to work in the fields of the north. He escaped his servitude when he was put to work at the docks and was offered a ride home by Danaco, who promised to return him to his native Frewyn if he would be his boatswain for the space of a few months. Rannig fled Sesterna never to return, and became known as Danaco's right hand, galley cook, first mate, and all around excellent tea sandwich-maker. He returned to Frewyn later in life and was reunited with his family, to settle down and become a High Brother at Westren's TussNaTuillin church. D amson watched with horror as the giant moved beyond him, his colossal arms hanging heavy at his sides, his well-muscled legs bent in a half crouch, his broad shoulders stooped as his bowed head brazed the ceiling. He thought to move back from the passing mountain, until the giant turned toward ...