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6.34 – Journal
On the fragile page beneath Einarr’s fingertips, writing in a surprisingly delicate hand filled the first page of the book. At first glance it appeared to be in no writing Einarr had ever seen – not runes, and certainly not Imperial script. Then it was as though the words on the page began to swim…
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6.33 – Ghost Stories
“There never was any old man.” Arkja’s pronouncement fell on the deck of the Gestrisni like a brick of lead. A million questions flooded Einarr’s brain at once, such that he could not ask any of them – merely sat, staring, at the pronouncer. Irding recovered first. “So this is twice this season we’ve run…
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6.32 – Departure
While fixing the Gestrisni went about as well as Einarr could have hoped, that still left them groping for an answer, or even just a clue, of how to get past the magic trapping them here. “We may have to just go, with the expectation of being turned back once,” Runa finally said. Arkja’s men…
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6.31 – Gathering Together
“I did, milord.” The earnest-faced fisherman stepped forward, looking vaguely embarrassed. Einarr nodded, curious as to why the man would be embarrassed – but now was not the time. “Good job. Keep it up. Do we have the tools you’ll need?” The yellow-haired man straightened. “I believe so, milord. Got the basics, anyway. Anything else…
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6.30 – Discoveries
“As for you, my Lady Singer, I have questions.” Runa smiled up at him impishly, hugging his arm. “Walk with me, my Lord, and I may have answers to give.” Einarr and his betrothed wandered the empty streets arm-in-arm, neither of them minding in this moment that desertion that had bothered him not long before.…
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6.29 – Dispositions
Though the spirit had evidently dissipated the wind still howled about the little town. Somehow, now that all sense of threat was gone, the empty streets felt even more deserted than before. Einarr took a deep breath and promised himself he would press Runa further – later. “At least the townspeople can come back now.”…
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6.28 – Reap the Whirlwind
Päron? Einarr knit his brows in confusion. Why was she calling it a pear? Päron… Päron… Runa’s story had seemed oddly specific. Päron… “Päronskaft? As in, the imp who spun gold?” Against all reason, the creature froze and the howl of an angry wind rose above the wailing. Runa’s voice rose above the wind as…
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Cover Reveal
I am on the home stretch in preparing Einarr and the Oracle of Attilsund to go live wherever ebooks are sold! This cover was done by the wonderful William Eyster, Jr of Eyster Artistry Studios. I think he did a great job, and we’re planning on working together on not just covers but other series art…
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6.27 – Revenant
The dust cloud swiftly resolved itself into a whirlwind, and soon thereafter Einarr could make out the features of the revenant it followed. The spirit’s gaunt face was twisted in rage. Einarr couldn’t have said how he knew that, as what little flesh remained hung from the bones in tatters. A rusty horned helmet sat…
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6.26 – Spirit Bait
Before Einarr put his new recruits to work, curiosity burned a question through his lips. “What was it drove everyone out of the town, anyway?” Arkja shrugged, shaking his head helplessly. “Some sort of ghost, we all figured. Right up until people started keeling over, bleeding out their ears.” Einarr looked at Runa, who shook…
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