A Thousand Blades“You really like living life on the edge, don’t you?” Ebony asked. She flicked a long strand of hair – one of the same color as her namesake – out of her eyes, letting their mystical green depths catch and hold Strider’s own.More Like This
She had a way of speaking that was wholly unique – inflections and mannerisms she alone seemed capable of producing. Yet individually they were impossible to pinpoint, flowing eloquently in amongst her speech like silvery fish in a river’s current.
And those currents carried so much with each syllable: ease, anxiety, calm, danger, playfulness, sternness, happiness, and somberness were only the tip of the spectrum. They were those emotions and feelings pulled directly from her soul – and those mirrored in Strider’s own.
“We’ve been having our little chats for what… six months now?” she pressed, sliding forward to place a single finger on the man’s chest. He gulped and cringed
From the SeaNight had fallen on the town of Everswell, drawing a veil of peppered starlight from horizon to horizon. For Bernard, watching the sun’s steady retreat from the tavern window, it marked a casual time of day: a pleasant lull between work and sleep in which, it seemed, he could determine the path of his own life.More Like This
The man’s countenance certainly reflected his mindset. Despite the rigors of social protocol placed on the wealthy elite, the modest nobleman adopted a tired but happy slump – an unmistakable lean in his otherwise perfect posture donned only in times of blissful relaxation.
And while his nightly routine of alcohol and silent thought began as it typically did, it did not remain on its uninterrupted course. Gradually, as the minutes ticked away beneath the black sky, there came a growing sense of foreboding – a notion that, from somewhere nearby, Bernard was being watched.
After what must have been a quarter of an hour he finally broke his stoic calm to sca