Island of the Kahts
Being the account of one of grand adventures of Torinnir Erris Vongelli, in which is recorded all the prevalent, relevant, little-known, and/or otherwise obscure information of his great heroism and even greater handsomeness.
Chapter Twenty
We were now in the heart of the City, and the light of the Clock was burning brightly. Fleeing into every shadow, we found that there was a great stir, and we heard hushed voices were heard in the Square. There was much pattering of feet. Horse hooves clattered. The Marher were about. Our flight became quicker and footfalls lighter; yet we knew that we must path through the Square. It was the swiftest way. And time could not be spared, as the Marher were watching for us.
**I must apologize for abandoning this story for so long. If anyone still reads it, please go back and at least skim -- if not reread -- some of the past chapters, to refresh your memory. :)**
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Hello AP, it's been a while. A long while in fact. But I only just had an inspiration to write this up today, and wonder what you all think of it. Does it make you want to read more? Do you want to know more about the characters? I'm thinking of turning this in a serial, but want to know if anyone would be interested in reading it!
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'Why are you crying?'
Chapter three.
Chapter Nineteen
It was a dark and stormy night: the perfect night for a murder.
Okay, so I haven't had much time to work on my stories recently. Both of the chapters I am posting this week are pretty short as a result. Tell me what you think. :)
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A new chapter, and it's not even Christmas! I bet you feel special.
In all seriousness, today is a special day - my four-year anniversary of joining ApricotPie, and the first anniversary of James saving the site and becoming editor. You will never know what all this means to me.