The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

We're in the last stage of edits for Damson's Distress. A release date will be announced soon. In the meantime, let's watch Bartleby panic about amoebas. “ C ome, sir,” said the captain, pouring another cup of tea. “Tell me about this thief, and never mind about my giant. You are not allowed to ignore me while I am sat before you. He is sitting by the window, and yet I replenish your cup.” “Oh, yes. Thank you, sir.” Mr Bellstrode forgot the giant momentarily and sipped his tea. “The man who took my seal was a small man, dark skinned—that is to say, darker than myself, but not darker than you, Captain—Indeed, you would almost look Sesternese, if not for the ears and eyes, and perhaps your height, which is quite considerable. I have never seen a Lucentian to be so tall—that is, you seem tall sitting down. The height of your shoulders, and your structure and carriage in general—“ “My dear Mr Bellstrode,” Danaco interposed, “how you do mumble on. The man you wish ...

Being a musician who has sat through many a traditional session, I understand why there is so much dislike for the Livanese bombard, which is even louder than its real-realm cousin. T he pavilion was almost complete: the rugs had been laid, the cushions had been systematically stacked, the annex had been errcted, and the canopy was now tolerably well placed. The last of the garnishings were being festooned, a frill here and a sash there, and Danaco was directing the whole from the end of the walkway, endeavouring to have his men collect and compose themselves. “Panza, stop fiddling with the tassels and get you out your ocarina,” the captain commanded. “We will welcome my friend with music, and with nothing commonplace. You will play the Sahadin march in C, and there will be no complaints about it.” “AW, CAP’N! BUT I ONLY KNOW IT IN G!”   “Transpose it now. You have a few minutes. It might be done if you can remember the sharp. And practice your scales. I will hear y...

No fire in Frewyn is complete without a visit from the God of Fire himself. Of course, it's only natural to think that he would start the fire in the first place.  (If you enjoy the series, please visit our Patreon page HERE and pledge to help us continue bringing you new stories.) A lasdair remained with the Fire Brigade, along with Gaumhin, Mureadh, Connors, Nerri, and Kai   everything was over and everyone was safe. An air of relief and disappointment pervaded the crowd, for while they were satisfied that all were well, a little more rubble and a few more injuries should have quelled the curiosity that begs for the animation and account of tragedy. No one should be really hurt, of course, but a building reduced to cinders and a heap of grey ash would have told well in the imaginarian’s perspective. The king had saved someone, though that someone seemed not to have noticed who his saviour was, the Captains of the Royal Guard and a few Commanders performed their offi...

There was a fire in my building this week, which we all know means there will be a new story to tell: The Fire Brigade                 The party were prepared to visit Farriage, Alasdair as ready to preside over the case Lord Ruadric presented as everyone else was to see the Inventor’s Row in the municipal capital, to take in the view from the docks, to regale in the tea houses and Marridonian architecture, to see the horses come down from the north to compete at the races, to visit the National Library and the Frewyn Historical and Archaeological societies, and enjoy all the sweets and the gaeities that Farriage had to offer. There was talk of their going there only for a day, and as such Beryn and Lochan, being not far from the city and having Farriage in their way for deliveries, offered to convey the whole party thither. They should be glad to have company besides themselves on the long drive to the n...