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Otis Lee was not at home. The tall ranger sort of expected such as he poked around the man’s cluttered yard. After all, Otis was a loner who spent most of his life fishing at sea. There were many lo ...

For two days now the strange melody ran though the bard's head. It was a catchy tune; sweet and somehow familiar. This was usually how a great song was born. Notes came unrehearsed and unforced into t ...

The two men sat in front of a warm fire that burned brightly in the brick hearth of the otherwise dim playhouse study. A duo of half filled brandy snifters sat on a small table between them. They were ...

The blond headed man paused momentarily at the doorstep of the large Ashencrosse manor house. Its impassionate stone walls loomed upwards to blend in with the gloom of a grey twilight sky. The house, ...

The ranger’s eyes narrowed as they took in the chaotic scene unfolding in the Yew cemetery. Retreating farmers had alerted the ranger to some unnatural occurrence in the old burial ground. They were ...

Dear Lady Mal,

I apologize for not being clear on this artifact matter. The information I possessed came directly from an archeologist whom I invited to stay at my cottage while he ...

It is with great regret that I find myself out of town unexpectedly on the 24th. I apologize for missing your grand event. I will make amends at a future date and perform for your lovely town...again ...

The bard walked into the dimly lit cottage still feeling satisfied from the day’s events concerning the Mullins case. The day slipped away in record time as the small celebration continued well afte ...

The blond headed man stood alone under the spreading leaves of a majestic weeping willow. A few moments ago, a small audience had stood listening to the bard give his eulogy to the newly interred Will ...

The blond musician studied the tanned face of the barrister with a bit of apprehension. Had he misjudged the man’s decency? So far there was no indication either way as to where the man’s values l ...

Four feet down, Rye’s shovel struck wood. The top of a coffin was exposed to the three men who quickly removed the rest of the dirt and rock that covered it. Leather straps were fed under it and the ...

Three men stood quietly in front of the tall black bars that formed a spear like fence surrounding the old burial site. All of the figures wore hoods that protected them from the wet misty fog that bl ...

The tall ranger Rye Lockman sat uncomfortably in the small vestibule at the structure referred to as Empath Abbey. His legs were far too long to stretch out in the cramped space. The chair was hard oa ...

It was a peculiar evening at the Salty Dog tavern last night. The normally upbeat patrons were uncharacteristically testy. There was some contentious air running though the smoky confines of the popul ...

The knock on the door to the Mullins’ farm was answered by a cute little girl with a tooth missing. It was seven year old Leedra Mullins who quietly stared up at the blond man at the door. Loric smi ...