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Everything has its antithesis. Even disagreeable old men: E vening was coming on, the delicate amber glow of afternoon was dying off, giving way to the ascendancy of sobering hues. The parishioners who had festooned the streets before were all gone home to their much needed cenations, the traders and merchants were stacking their wares and rolling up their blankets for the day, but the taverns and dinning halls that ornamented every corner were rife with prandial hordes, as eager to eat and drink together as they were to discuss the day’s business. The entrance to the Black Market across the way, however, spoke a different conviction, and where the streets were silent in one quarter, the narrow lanes of the other were garlanded with gamemasters and nightshades, gallivanting about the rough lanes in quest of anyone in want of a pleasant evening. The wealth of enjoyments that the Black Market had to offer drew as many parishioners as it repelled, and the high revel of taverns and ...

Dancing games are particularly popular in Marridon, where they are played by both children and adults alike, the latter of whom play them while bleezed and therefore do worse at them than spry young children ever could. Docking is long at times for the crew of the Myrellenos, and when they have done tormenting their guests, they resort to a round of Creep-Colour, one of their favourite pastimes:  The first of this year's birthday cards T he three moved toward the upper end of the deck, where the crewmen were just ending the second round of their games. “’Ere, where yew gawn, captain?” Mr Malley called out to him. “Brogan’s needin’ a partner for the next round.” “I did say I should come and dance with you for a set, if you were short,” said the captain pensively. “What are we playing for?” Bartleby was about to refute the captain’s doing any such thing— nonsense to be frolicking about the deck of a ship when there were potatoes promised, and he was still hungry aft...

It was a weekend of atrocities for many people. In honour of those who have gone, we are giving away our Remembrance Day novella. Follow the link HERE, and download the novella A Flower for Rolande. Please share with your friends and family. S he met the Adjudicator in the hallway, and with a bow, he led her toward the balcony, where she was to carry with her the representation of Marridon’s freedom and her continual vexation. She had lost Rolande , but she had gained a nation, and together, they should Remember those who had selflessly acted on behalf of those they loved most, to save a kingdom and way of life that had merited their best. Rolande was with her , and as Jaina mounted the stairs to the balcony, the knights of the arena following her train, marching in rhythmic cadence with her stride. With a hem and a flourish, she stood on the balcony with a dignified aspect, her head high and features turned toward the skies, appearing before all of Marridon in the fullness of her...