When they returned to Rag and Tags, Rag (and Tags) were not pleased to see them at all. They did not want to see any more harm come to their establishment, but it was the years of warm and unlikely friendship that they shared with Stag that had them welcome them into their tavern and lend them a room.‘I’ll send some money over for your reparations,’ Stag said, patting Rag on the shoulders.‘Oh, Stag, you don’t need to make up so many lies. We know you’ll never pay us for anything.’Stag smirked. ‘This time I mean it. I owe a friend who always has my back when I need it.’Rag could hardly believe it, and he was smiling from ear to ear as he showed them to their rooms. ‘Two beds here, one for you and the boy, and the girl can have a room to herself.’Stag shook his head. ‘They’ll both be sleeping here. I’ll be keeping watch.’‘I thought you dealt with the assassins.’‘It seems that this a deeper problem than I first thought. I thought they were just petty assassins, with half-hearted m

All eyes were on the stage in the large amphitheatre. All the nobles stood on the balcony, in neat suits and dazzling dresses, sparkling like the stars in the night sky. Down below were the commoners, in common wear, like the silent sea in the silent night. Caliphoe, through a tiny slit behind the stage, smiled at the sight. It evoked such beautiful imagery inside of his mind.Yes, I can write about all sorts of things from this point. I can think of so many sights, and feel so many feelings. He smiled and jotted something down on a notepad. If he squinted and went slightly cross-eyed, he could almost imagine the shifting of the waves, and glimmering of the stars. Oh yes, my beloved audience, you are as spectacular as the performance I am putting on now.He glanced at the performance being played. It was the first showing of the thrilling romance On a Hill in Verdantia. It was his greatest work yet – but still, too dull! He was almost embarrassed to being showing it in front of such a

It was Saturday morning and there was an odd jitter in the air. Stag, Arla and Miles forced them to get ready as quick as possible, and by the time they were having breakfast, Stag had said his goodbyes, took a Pegasus and took flight to the city for his court case.They were still three Pegasuses short from their normal amount, and they decided that Arla, Kets and Trys would take a different route to the Laire estate, namely the Griffin Taxi.Locke hurried down a bowl of rice, grabbed a sword and fixed it to his waist, tightened up his uniform and left the Amber Hall to spend a few minutes by himself before they went to a new world of danger.Of course. It feels like we are walking directly into a trap. Everything just feels so conveniently planned.What else can we do? Is protecting Caria Laire a mistake?Read more