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Jock and the Cowstalk

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Jock and the Cowstalk

[For easier reading, engage both the aA and Pilcrow (¶) symbols at the top right of the story.] Once upon a time there was a boy called Jock who lived with his mother on a beanfarm, where they grew all sorts of beans except the broad ones. The farm was leased from the local king, for whom Jock's father had worked for many years until he died unexpectedly at the age of forty-one, after an accident involving a bicycle, a bucket and a bayonet … but that's not really important. Jock had always wanted to be friends with the king's son, but although the prince thought Jock was quite spiffy, his father was really stuck up and wouldn't he

Probe - oh no.

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Probe - oh no.

I woke up with a 'what was that!' jerk, realising it had just been a dream, but this time, a useful one, because crazy though it had been, it'd given me a clue about the case I was working on. I was staying in this haunted house see, with six or seven other people and a couple of staff. We'd been trapped by the raging blizzard outside, all of us scared to death because one of us was a murderer. I got dressed as quick as I could, because it was cold enough to freeze the knackers off a brass monkey. I knew this from the little statue of the three wise monkeys on my mantelpiece, with their paws over their mouth, eyes and ears. I'd examined it c

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An eye, brimful, on a dusty road 'neath scudding clouds, but no figure crests the hill. A rose, long dead, rusted petals on the telegram, its edges black, it lies there still. She'd had no need to open it, for she knew its message in her heart. This day, that day, e'er the same, yet so many years apart. A sound; she turns and wipes away the tears, Her handsome boy, fatherless these eleven years, And she smiles, as his son banishes her fears.
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Jock and the Cowstalk

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Jock and the Cowstalk

[For easier reading, engage both the aA and Pilcrow (¶) symbols at the top right of the story.] Once upon a time there was a boy called Jock who lived with his mother on a beanfarm, where they grew all sorts of beans except the broad ones. The farm was leased from the local king, for whom Jock's father had worked for many years until he died unexpectedly at the age of forty-one, after an accident involving a bicycle, a bucket and a bayonet … but that's not really important. Jock had always wanted to be friends with the king's son, but although the prince thought Jock was quite spiffy, his father was really stuck up and wouldn't he

Probe - oh no.

P

Probe - oh no.

I woke up with a 'what was that!' jerk, realising it had just been a dream, but this time, a useful one, because crazy though it had been, it'd given me a clue about the case I was working on. I was staying in this haunted house see, with six or seven other people and a couple of staff. We'd been trapped by the raging blizzard outside, all of us scared to death because one of us was a murderer. I got dressed as quick as I could, because it was cold enough to freeze the knackers off a brass monkey. I knew this from the little statue of the three wise monkeys on my mantelpiece, with their paws over their mouth, eyes and ears. I'd examined it c

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It is raining and I am soaked wet. Water has seeped beneath my leathers; they itch most keen and the weight of the young hind slung across my shoulders doubles my discomfort. The clouds are dark, racing low, reaching nigh to the tops of the trees among which I stand, hid from the men below who burn my village. I watch as my mother runs in screams from our hut towards the body of my father, her cries near drowned by the sound of the rain, the roar of the flames and the raucous laughter of the mounted soldiers as they slaughter my family and kinfolk. Mother's voice is stilled as a quarrel pierces her breast, then another slices through her nec

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Why I went into the wood, I don't quite know; I'd heard something, as if there was an animal in pain, but it was already getting darkish and my brother Evan suggested I was a bloody idiot to even bother looking. I suppose it might have had something to do with the fact that I'd just had my seventeenth birthday, whereas he was only fourteen, so naturally, I couldn't possibly be the one who suggested we run away. The wood I mentioned isn't a public one; in fact, the general populace would have quite a problem getting to it, as it's on an island in the middle of a lake on my auntie's estate. Actually, I suppose it's Dad's estate now, as aunt Es

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A six-month sub is going begging! This is your last chance! Design a sword, as described in this extract from my novel, 'Centauran': "... as I'd requested, it was a little longer than Corkai's short saw-sword and very slightly curved. A section nearest the haft was toothed on both edges and somewhat recessed so the teeth wouldn't catch on the belt during drawing or sheathing. The blade tapered from thick and sturdy near the haft to a narrow, whippy, rounded point and was waved like my little knife. Two grooves ran down the central spine on both sides, with narrow, darkened runnels tapering to the finely honed edges, each of the runnels wit

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A six-month sub is going begging! Yes - I'm granting a week's extension for sluggards! Design a sword, as described in this extract from my novel, 'Centauran': "... as I'd requested, it was a little longer than Corkai's short saw-sword and very slightly curved. A section nearest the haft was toothed on both edges and somewhat recessed so the teeth wouldn't catch on the belt during drawing or sheathing. The blade tapered from thick and sturdy near the haft to a narrow, whippy, rounded point and was waved like my little knife. Two grooves ran down the central spine on both sides, with narrow, darkened runnels tapering to the finely honed edg

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