Archive for February, 2009


Posted in Cass on February 27, 2009 by jeereg

Cinder smells the fire, hears the fight, but she’s already on her way down the hill.  Winds are coming in from the east, and bringing with them information.  They need to be moving three hours ago.

She can feel it, a reverberation, something stirring in the fire in her belly.  It’s not the thieves, mercenaries, soldiers, fanatics ringing them like a noose.  Something worse is coming.  She can feel its claws extending.

Cass is running back towards the inn when Cinder catches up.  “We’re leaving,” Cinder roars, birds exploding from the treetops.

“Someone,” pants Cass.  “Grabbed.  Statue.”

“Great.  Humans suck.


Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on February 26, 2009 by jeereg

Climbing the ropes while carrying a full pack, a lantern, and a sabre is a difficult skill to acquire, which is why everyone starts training when they’re still a Ropeling.

“Does everyone have a partner?” says Miss Juniper.  “Put your hand up if you don’t have a partner.”

Verity sighs.

“Ok, Verity and Equilibrium, you can be partners today.”

She makes her stumbling way up the cargo net.  Her classmates whisper and point.  “Hey,” she says, once she’s even with Equilibrium.

Halfway through the lessen, Verity slips and Equil’s hand is there to catch her.  From there, they are inseparable.

Caught Up.

Posted in Not a story on February 26, 2009 by jeereg

There we go.

There are a couple of stories posted for Friday and Monday.  Scroll down and check ’em out, if you missed them.


Posted in Cass on February 25, 2009 by jeereg

There is, of course, a bar fight.

Cass gets a meal and some intel from Warty the Barkeep before the mercenaries walk in.  Some words are exchanged.  Someone figures out she’s an adventurer.  Shit gets real.  She wishes, just once, that shit would not get real.

It’s no big thing.  She’s proficient with a barstool, and she can throw a pint glass like a fireball.  The Tooth gets set on fire anyway, though.  This is just how these things go.  She figures she’ll camp out with Cinder again.

She’s halfway up the hill when she realizes the statue is gone.


Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on February 24, 2009 by jeereg

There’s a conference held during Math, and at lunch recess, under the cover of a fight between Remus and Billy, Jack and his hand-picked recon team sneak across the soaking field to the fortress’s front gate.  They’re inside before Miss Simpson pries Billy off.

The place is incredible.  High ceilings, massive snow pillars, four or five rooms.  “Fan out,” says Jack.  He runs a hand along a wall; it might as well be brick.

“Got something,” says Megan.

They crowd around.  In the corner of the back room is a hole in the floor.  A staircase curls down into darkness.


Posted in Cass on February 23, 2009 by jeereg

Their halfway-point is Shallowbrook, a “quaint farming community with a lovely B&B,” says Cass’s tourbook.  The B&B turns out to be a tavern called The Rotted Tooth.  The community consists of four shacks.


Cinder finds a spot in the hills, and promises not to sneak away with livestock.  Cass dresses down – nobody wants an adventurer staying in their inn – and makes her way down, the statue in a sling under her arm.

The Tooth has eight hairy customers, and a wart-covered keeper.  Everything smells of feet.

This, thinks Cass, is the worst part of the whole gig.


Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on February 20, 2009 by jeereg

The only advantage of it not being a snow day is that there’ll be plenty of ammunition for the snowball wars. Lines are being drawn in whispers through English all morning.  The sides have already been determined.  Jack is named general.

But when they get out, the fields are practically green again.  Every flake has been pounded into the massive thing in the centre, a snow fortress to rule all snow fortresses.  No one has seen anything like it, and no one is taking credit.

The teachers forbid them to go near it, but Jack and his side aren’t listening.