CHAPTER THREE
Nothing ever happened round here.
That was the only conclusion Roriel Tamsillyn could reach, sat as he was clutching a mug of ale that he had to unstick from the table every time he took a swig. Nothing ever happened. Not in this part of Anahor, excluding the odd – frequent, even – scuffle between inebriated patrons. Sometimes they would escalate into brawls when one leery combatant swung and missed at his foe and hit another, unintended target. Some. . .
Hello all.
First of many updates - I’ve amended my submission to include the whole of Chapter One rather than the small excerpt previously uploaded. This follows a bit of a re-jig of the book order, which previously contained a rather weighty eight chapters (including prologue) coming in at about 60 pages (10,000 words) each - it feels much better balanced in its new format at about twice as many chapters of half that length per chapter. This also means I can upload the chapters in full to give you a better feel for the story, rather than pulling out random sections and leaving blanks in between each.
Please do have a read, and I’d love to hear any feedback. Bear in mind one of Inkshares’ snazzier little foibles - you can highlight passages you particularly like and comment on them. I would love to hear from you if there’s parts you found enjoyable.
