THE BLOG

They ran and ran and ran.

Jasper lost track of the turns he took and the echoing of footsteps in his ears. There was a relentless drumming in his head - and he would have followed its rhythm for mile...

"He deserves a choice," Lucrezia insisted. She wouldn't stay inside the Sanctuary, but work in her lab in the villa. It clashed brilliantly with the ancient Japanese architecture of Yori's home, but i...

Somewhere in the Aztec Empire, 1519

The Knights of the Order had been given one simple task: find the monsters released in Denmark, and bring them to Aetherill.

Given that, from a combination of a v...

The mountain was alive. Jasper could feel it watching him as he followed Yorihito into its tunnels. Although he couldn't find the source, his skin itched from the gaze of a thousand eyes peering out a...

"You should have let him keep the girl."

Threeves' voice echoed around the gardens like cracking ice on a frozen lake. Thunderous and badly restrained and dangerous - a tone no one used when speaking...

The Libarian – Part Two

The Hall of the Order was in flames.

How it happened was anyone's guess - there were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of wards and spells in the prison that activated once Jasper...

The Villa di Montedoro had stood in Florence for almost 3000 years. In that time, it had changed its shape to blend in with its surroundings - it had been a cave and a mountain and a villa. It had als...

Orion's mind was nearly set as he crossed the dark terrain. Nearly - because he still hadn't found one that ended well in every iteration of this story that he told himself.

Perhaps Varek was reasona...

For Orion, walking from Lucrezia’s villa to the local village felt like stepping into a world both serene and alive with activity. He trailed behind Lucrezia and Zephyra, conscious of the precarious n...

Jasper had never experienced weightlessness in his life – that was why, when he experienced it now, the term for such a sensation came to him slowly. The absence of tinnitus, aching joints, and a poun...

The country of Aramore, on the Northern end of the continent and great protector to the Sea, was a three week journey from Aetherill – or it would been if Bartholomew Threeves didn’t already have a st...