Stories of Adelwreth

“It does not become a gentleman of your lineage,” said the headmaster, Mr Swann. The man shrivelled his lips about after completing the sentence. He was not only disgusted but...

Mazrik awoke to the rooster sounding the dawn. He stretched and rolled out of bed. The room contained everything he needed: a bed, a chair, a desk, a wash trough...

A low, deep mumble and an aroma of coffee and tea filled the air. Ladies with fans and men with big problems gathered here. The Hooked Anchor Coffee House was...

Days were normal, as normal as they could be. Petronia McBride had attained protected status with the caps. This meant that there was always one of them not too far...

Antoinette laced up her corset on the other side of the room. Ben sat on the small bed and leaned against the wall. His thoughts drifted as he played with...

Thanian marvelled at the two massive pillars that guarded the doorway to the church. He drew in a breath of smoke from the rolled cigarette. The slight warmth of the...

She drew in a breath of ocean air and opened her eyes. The Gall Parasido had at long last reached its destination: an island somewhere in the Southern Atlantic Ocean....

These mornings were beautiful. Cadman lay flat on his back, watching the clouds pass overhead. They had been in Adelwreth for two days now. Bleuamar, Gilli and the doctor were...

“No doubt, the perpetrator entered the premises from there,” a voice came from inside. “No doubt indeed,” answered a man irritatedly. “And he walked past this table to get into...

“…and you call it Winston?” asked Podark. “Him. I call him Winston,” replied Bleuamar. Podark sat in one of the still intact armchairs, puffing at his pipe and taking notes....

Glen found himself in a familiar place. The world spun around him and his problems seemed a distant memory. The cold, smooth whiskey warmed his chest. The floor he sat...

A thousand voices lifted. “Anuk! Anuk!” A thousand feet stomped. “Anuk! Anuk!” Gilli von Meerbacht looked down at his belly. He should probably have taken better care of himself, he...

Wood curls formed satisfyingly as James Mason glided the plane over the beam. He had to take off another millimetre or two, then it would fit perfectly. He was oblivious...

Darkness fell over the city. A few lanterns bobbed up and down the city streets—policemen on patrol. Nedak sat, dangling his feet off the edge of the cliff. Waves crashed...

The horse snorted as Cadman brushed its coat. She had to look pretty today. Miss Miranda had requested transport with his carriage and, as was his custom, he took extra...

Bleuamar’s brown polished shoes clacked on the damp, hard stone of the sewers. He adjusted his spectacles and turned to accept the torch from the good doctor climbing down the...

Punctual. If Gustov Gelno could be summed up into a single word, that is what it would be. Punctual. Mr Gelno took pride in always being on time, always delivering...

Jimmy Mason looked at the pocket watch in his hand. The short hand was almost completely to the left and the long hand trailing behind it. The constant tick of...