Once the sky-bridge was crossed, everything for the deception was set up– and quite expertly too, if one were to ask Anais. In fact, Anais, Finnen, and the group’s weapons were hidden inside the impossibly enormous and elegantly designed cake– occasionally the cake would shake and swear, but a light kick from Petka set them […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter Twenty-FiveAside from the sign, there was, etched in a stone tablet (resembling much those Moses had carried down from the mountains) a series of “commandments”: Though shalt oink in joy, ‘pon seeing thy Queen Though shalt e’er obey the elder swine Though shalt bring offering of bacons and hams (why exactly a pig would eat […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter Twenty-FourUpon waking, Finnen’s eyes were somewhat bloodshot as the whales in his dream would never heed his cries to “Give it a rest already!” This inn was not what the strange book presented by Creighton and held in duplicate by Chaim (who also had bloodshot eyes- impressive, seeing as he was a spirit, and therefore […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter Twenty-ThreeThere was no easing into this battle, as if one were to ease into the cold ocean on holiday. There was no hesitant first shot or swing, nor did both sides line up parallel and eye each other with a mixture of awe and respect. The battle started with all the complexity and tact of […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter Twenty-TwoFinnen and Fawcett, both experienced outdoorsmen, dressed the unicorn very quickly while Chaim sat in the torch-lit bar and studied a very old book in one of the rooms in the inn above the pub. And despite the fact that it was always dusk- always sundown- a cooler wind started to blow, as if (maddeningly), […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter TwentyChapter Nineteen As it turned out, and much to Petka’s surprise, unicorns were (as promised) real and plentiful, resembling majestic white horses with a shimmering mane and silvery tail, and indeed (as the legends had said), had a twisting horn protruding from their skull– golden in color and undoubtedly magical. “You like them, Fawcett? Take […]
Read More The Crown of Fools, Chapter NineteenChapter Eighteen “Long ago, before ‘Peace Cry’ territory even existed, there was an enormous and highly developed civilization-“The Split City” as it was known. It was surely something to behold- all towering spires, bound to each other by bridges– and somehow they took a slice of ocean, and placed it just below the tallest apartments, […]
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